Stranger Things Smut Shots

by JustWantSteddie

Summary:

These smutty one shots are mostly going to be Mungrove, but I'll add a Steddie or Harringrove here and there. I'll label each one as such. This was inspired by one of my followers on wattpad, who suggested it.
I'm going to take requests, leave them in the comments if you have any! I'll try my best to get to them!

Chapter 1: "Do you want to stay the night?" (Mungrove)

"Shit," Billy whispered, looking in the mirror. His nose was bleeding, his eye bruising underneath. He didn't even know what he was doing here, at Eddie Munson's house. He had just panicked, shoving the key in the ignition and driving off. He couldn't be in his own house anymore, at least for the night. Maybe Munson wouldn't ask questions, he didn't have the energy to answer them. He sighed softly, cutting the engine and getting out. His knock was frantic, heavy handed.

 

"I'm coming, Jesus!" Eddie's voice was through the door, sounding annoyed. The door opened then. "Hel-- Hargrove?"

 

Billy stood there, in the doorway. He felt small, embarrassed. He really didn't have a plan, instincts kicked in and he ended up at his drug dealer's house. "Can I come in?"

 

"Yeah, yeah, of course," Eddie replied, his tone concerned as he stepped to the side, allowing Billy into the small trailer, "Are you alright? Do you need anything?" He pulled Billy into the kitchenette, leading him to a chair and sitting him down. "Stay here a minute, I have a first aid kit." He was gone then.

 

Billy sat at the table, looking at the doorway Eddie had just went through. He heard the sound of cabinets opening, the rustling of different objects being strewn around, and the satisfied, "Aha!"

 

Eddie walked back into the room, opening the kit and placing it on the table. "Here, let's get this blood cleaned up." He had a wet paper towel in his hand, gently dabbing the blood from under Billy's nose. "Your nose doesn't look broken. Does it hurt? Do you need painkillers? I have some asprin, if you need it. Or weed, if you want a more natural remedy. Well, of course I have weed, you buy some from me every week." He moved closer, now sitting on Billy's lap to get a closer look at the man's injuries. His touch was gentle as he cleaned up the blood, breath warm on the man's face.

 

Billy sucked in a breath, feeling his face flushing. "I'm okay," he whispered, as if not to ruin the moment. His hands immediately went to Eddie's waist, holding him there. His thumbs traced circles into the soft skin, exposed by the tank top riding up as Eddie lifted his arms. Eddie was so beautiful, he couldn't deny it. He also couldn't deny resisting the urge to kiss the man every time they met in private for their drug deals. He would be lying if he said those big brown eyes didn't make him melt every time he got lost in them.

 

Eddie's movements stilled for a moment, his heart beginning to race when he felt the gentle touch. He dropped the paper towel onto the table, the blood wiped off completely from under Billy's nose. "Do you want to tell me what happened?" his voice was soft. Seeing the minute head shake was enough for him. "Okay." His hand moved up to gently cup Billy's cheek, careful to not hurt the man.

 

Billy closed his eyes, leaning into the touch. He sighed softly, allowing the affection. He hadn't realized just how touch starved he was until he felt Eddie's hand. It felt good; he needed it. "Thank you," he murmured, hand moving on top of Eddie's. The hand pulled away then, and Billy opened his eyes to see Eddie pulling him into a tight hug. He melted into the embrace, head resting on the man's shoulder.

 

"You're okay, Billy, I promise," Eddie's words were quiet, calming. One hand rubbed Billy's back, the other moving to his hair, stroking it comfortingly. "Do you want to stay the night?"

 

Billy nodded, arms snaking around Eddie's slender body. They stayed like that for a minute, just breathing in each other's scent, enjoying being this close. Eventually, he pulled away, just enough to look into Eddie's eyes. Their faces were nearly touching now.

 

Eddie's eyes flickered down to Billy's lips, tilting his head just a little. He couldn't help it; he's been thinking about kissing the man since they met.

 

Billy noticed the movement and his heart pounded in his chest. His eyes fluttered shut as he leaned in, feeling the warm, soft lips against his.

 

The kiss was slow, sweet, their lips moving in tandem against each other. Their hands began moving up and down their bodies, Billy's rubbing Eddie's thighs, Eddie's moving up Billy's shirt. Billy deepened the kiss, his tongue swiping across the lower lip, begging to be let inside.

 

Eddie couldn't help but to moan against Billy's lips, feeling his pulse quickening. He moved closer to Billy, his hips bucking down against the man's.

 

Billy groaned quietly, breaking the kiss to plant little ones into Eddie's neck. He sucked a bruise into the soft skin, lips wet, breath hot and ragged. He felt himself grow hard, the friction of Eddie's hips driving him wild.

 

"Bedroom, down the hall," Eddie whispered, and he smirked as he felt the callused hands on his ass, scooping him up and carrying him down the hall. The hard wood of the bedroom wall hitting his back was unexpected, but welcomed. He kissed Billy again, rougher, needier, like he was poisoned and Billy Hargrove was the antidote.

 

Billy ground his hips hard against Eddie's, moaning quietly. "I need you so fucking bad, Munson."

 

"You have no idea how long I've been dreaming about this, Hargrove," Eddie replied, voice breathy, "Make it a reality. Fuck me." His eyes were on Billy, nimble fingers quickly unbuttoned the man's shirt, pulling it off.

 

Billy smirked, laying Eddie on the mattress. "Happily, princess. Strip." He pulled his jeans down, kicking them off, his boxers coming off with them. He was on top of Eddie now, bucking his hips down against him.

 

Eddie moaned, his eyes fluttering shut. "Lube's in the dresser." He pointed to the side, spreading his legs.

 

In a flash, Billy had the lube bottle in his hand, spreading it onto his fingers. He pressed his index finger against Eddie's entrance, circling it. "You ready?"

 

"Mhm," Eddie nodded a little, eyes still shut. He gasped quietly when he felt the sudden coldness, the index finger pumping in and out. "Just add another."

 

Billy obliged, adding a second finger, scissoring Eddie open. "Tell me when you're ready for another."

 

After a moment, Eddie bucked his hips down against Billy's hand. "More," he whimpered impatiently. He felt the third, then eventual fourth finger enter him, and his walls loosening around them. "Hargrove, please..." he moaned quietly.

 

Billy pulled his hand away, slicking up his hardness and lining up. "You're so hot when you're begging for my cock. We should have done this a long time ago."

 

"Just fuck me, Hargrove," Eddie opened his eyes to look into Billy's icy blue ones. He felt the sudden pressure as Billy pushed himself inside. "Fuck, you're big, sweetheart."

 

Billy felt his dick twitch when he heard the pet name. "Keep calling me that, princess." He stilled his hips, allowing Eddie to adjust to his size. "Tell me when you're ready for me to move." His hand gripped Eddie's cock loosely, slowly stroking it, his thumb circling around the tip, spreading the precome.

 

Eddie felt his tight walls loosening slowly around Billy, moaning quietly. "Mmh, fuck me, sweetheart."

 

Billy's hands held Eddie's hips tightly as he pulled out, before thrusting back in. The moans spilled from his lips, head tilting back from the pleasure. "Look at you, baby. Taking my cock so well," he whispered.

 

"You feel so good, Billy," Eddie's moans were breathy, hands sliding up Billy's back. His fingers dug into the man's back, nails leaving crescent shapes into the soft skin.

 

Billy moaned, thrusts growing faster, harder. "Fuck, baby..." He readjusted his position, and smirked when he heard the man scream in pleasure.

 

"Shit, sweetheart! Right there!" Eddie's nails dug deep into Billy's skin, dragging down his back. "Mm, fuck me, Billy!" His head was thrown back, eyes squeezing shut.

 

Billy's hips moved erratically, pulling out, then slamming back into Eddie, determined to make him scream again. He gripped the bedsheets with one hand, the other in the man's hair, pulling it roughly, earning another moan.

 

"Harder, Hargrove, please!" Eddie moaned, the warm feeling in his core growing hotter, closer.

 

Billy pulled Eddie's hair harder, moaning louder. "Fuck, princess, I'm close."

 

"Me too," Eddie breathed out, his hips twitching, the friction of Billy's stomach against his cock pulling his orgasm closer. "Shit, sweetheart. I'm right there." He felt it then, the intense pleasure hitting him, the warmness taking over his body. His mouth fell open, bucking his hips down into Billy's as he rode it out, the white ribbons hitting the man's chest.

 

Billy groaned as the walls around him clenched suddenly, milking out his own orgasm. He slammed into Eddie one last time, filling him up, before pulling out. He collapsed onto the man, eyes shut as he panted. "Fuck."

 

Eddie immediately wrapped his arms around Billy, his breathing slowly going back to normal as he held the man close to him. "You're right; we should have done this ages ago."

 

"I know, baby," Billy whispered, leaning up to kiss Eddie softly.

 

Eddie kissed back, hand moving to cup Billy's face. "You're staying the night, right?" he asked quietly.

 

"Yeah," Billy replied in a whisper, "I'll stay as long as you want me to." He kissed Eddie again.

Chapter 2: "Van. Now." (Mungrove)

"Where is he?"

 

Eddie sighed softly, flicking the spent cigarette from his ringed fingers, watching it fall to the ground. He checked his watch again, 3:31. His buyer was supposed to be there twenty minutes ago. "Well, sucks for him," he mumbled, standing up on the rock formation and jumping off. Grunting as he landed, he started to move back to his van. The screeching of tires stopped him in his tracks.

 

"Munson," a voice greeted.

 

Eddie watched the man get out of the baby blue Camaro, the figure coming into frame. "You're late," he replied, tone annoyed, "I have a tight schedule. Got another buyer meeting at four."

 

"Sorry to keep you waiting," Billy said, hands in his pockets, a cigarette resting between his lips, "Had to take my shit bird sister to the arcade with her friends. Said I owed her for something. Knew she was lying, but her mother made me." He shrugged.

 

Eddie shook his head. "Doesn't matter now, Billy boy. You got the cash?"

 

Billy walked closer to Eddie, standing in front of him. "Yeah, I got it. Don't worry, pretty boy." He chuckled softly at the nickname. He wouldn't tell the man, but hearing it made his heart flutter.

 

Eddie couldn't help but to smile, feeling his face heat up. He looked down at his white sneakers, shifting his weight from foot to foot.

 

"Here," Billy said, pulling a wad of various bills from his tight jeans, holding it out to Eddie, "It's all there. Just like all the other times."

 

Eddie took it, shoving it in his back pocket, his trademark black bandana being shoved further into the pocket. "I trust you," he replied, "Thanks." His eyes met Billy's, the bright blue oceans pulling him in like they always did. Billy was beautiful, Eddie wouldn't deny it. He wasn't sure why, but he found the man attractive. The mullet, the carefree attitude, the way he kept his head held high as he walked. The guy was hot.

 

"You're welcome." Billy moved forward towards Eddie, pressing the man against the rock. He smirked at the reaction he got, the wide eyes and parted lips. "See something you like, Munson?"

 

Eddie's mouth was dry. All he could do was nod. He didn't think their meeting would go like this, but he was glad he waited for Billy.

 

Placing his arms on either side of Eddie, Billy smirked, leaning in. "Well, I see what I like, too. See, I always thought you were pretty hot. That rocker look and those tight ass jeans."

 

Eddie mustered up the courage building in his core. "Well, sweetheart," he said, placing a hand on Billy's chest, fingers grazing the bare skin, "Are you going to do something about it?"

 

Billy shivered at the gentle touch. "Of course, princess," he whispered, breath hot on Eddie's face. His eyes slowly shut as he leaned in, pressing his lips against Eddie's.

 

Eddie melted into the kiss, hand moving up to cup Billy's face. He deepened it, arm snaking around Billy's slender waist, moving him closer.

 

Billy flicked his tongue out, grazing it against Eddie's lower lip, begging to be let in. He smiled into the kiss when he felt the man's lips part. He pushed Eddie's frame against the rock, his body flush against his.

 

Feeling the excitement flow down his body, Eddie bucked his hips into Billy's, his hardness twitching at the friction it desperately needed. He moaned quietly into the kiss, his hands moving to cup Billy's face.

 

Billy groaned quietly, grinding his hips hard into Eddie's. "I've wanted you so bad, Munson," he murmured once he pulled away from the kiss. His lips were now on Eddie's neck, sucking a bruise into the fair skin.

 

"Van. Now."

 

Billy's hands were hooked on Eddie's thighs, picking him up and carrying him to the back of the van. Once the legs were around his waist, he opened the door and laid Eddie down climbing on top of him.

 

Eddie's lips were on Billy's again, the kiss needier, hungrier, deeper. His heart raced as he heard the belt buckle coming undone, feeling his own pants looser now. He lifted his hips, allowing himself to be undressed.

 

"Do you have lube?" Billy asked.

 

Eddie pointed to the side, watching Billy intently. He spread his legs, his cock flush against his torso, red, dripping with excitement. He watched the man undress himself, jeans and boxers being thrown to the side. He watched Billy's hands open the bottle, spreading the lube onto his fingers.

 

Billy pressed a finger deep into Eddie, feeling the tight walls starting to loosen. After a moment, he added a second, then third, then finally, a fourth. He scissored Eddie open, his fingers curling upward.

 

"Fuck, Billy!" Eddie's back arched off the floor of the van, feeling the bundle of nerves being hit.

 

Billy smirked, making a mental note of where he had hit; he planned on making the man scream every time. He pulled his hand away, slicking up his own hardness, the sudden coldness making him shiver. "You ready, princess?"

 

"Yes," Eddie whispered, "God, yes."

 

"Turn over," Billy ordered.

 

Eddie rolled over, on his hands and knees. His face contorted with pleasure once he felt Billy enter him. "Fuck, sweetheart, you're big." His voice was soft, breathy.

 

Billy groaned in pleasure, taking a moment to allow Eddie to adjust to his size. "And you feel so fucking good." His hand slid up Eddie's back, to his head, gripping his wild hair tightly. "You ready for me to move?"

 

"Yeah, fuck me, Hargrove."

 

That was all Billy needed to hear. One hand gripped Eddie's waist, the other in the man's hair, and he pulled out, before slamming back into the man. He moaned quietly, keeping his pace steady, rough.

 

Eddie's moans were loud, breathy. "Fuck, Billy! Right there!" He bit his lip hard, burying his face into his arm. "Mm, harder, sweetheart."

 

Billy obliged, gripping Eddie's hair harder, pulling it. He slammed into Eddie, making sure to hit the bundle of nerves with every thrust. "Fuck, princess," he moaned, his head lulling back as he felt the pleasure grow stronger, "I'm close."

 

"Me too," Eddie whispered, his moans becoming more frequent, the feeling in his core hotter. Elation hit him like a tidal wave, and he moaned out Billy's name like a mantra, coming hard underneath him.

 

The walls suddenly clenching around his hardness caught Billy off guard, and he moaned loudly. "Fuck, Eddie!" He felt his orgasm hit him like a brick, and he rode it out, hips bucking erratically. With one last groan, he filled Eddie up, slowly pulling out. He collapsed next to the man, wrapping his arms around him.

 

Eddie melted at the touch, laying his head on Billy's heaving chest, listening to the heartbeat slowly go back to normal. "Who knew you could make me come that fast, Hargrove?"

 

Billy couldn't help but to laugh at the comment, shaking his head. "Come here," he murmured, pulling Eddie in for a kiss, "You know this makes you mine, right?"

 

"I'm fine with that, sweetheart," Eddie whispered, cupping Billy's face as he kissed him again.

Chapter 3: "I'm getting to it, asshole!" (Harringrove)

Smoke poured from Billy's plump, parted lips, head tilting back to rest on the seat as he smoked his cigarette. Heavy metal was playing through the speakers of his Camaro, his best friend in the passenger seat.

Steve looked over at Billy, taking a drag of his own cigarette. "Hey, Billy?" He asked.

Billy glanced at Steve. "Yeah?" He asked. When he was answered with an unsure look from Steve, he sat up and turned towards his friend. His eyebrows furrowed. "Something on your mind? What's wrong? Is it Hagan again? That prick likes to run his mouth about the wrong people."

"No! No, it's not Tommy." Steve sucked in a breath. "You're... You and I both know you're..." He shook his head, not sure how to word it. "Your preference towards men. I-"

"You can say gay, Steve. Nobody's around," Billy replied, breathing out a soft chuckle, "It's not a dirty word."

Steve nodded, quickly backtracking. "Gay. I know it's not dirty. There's nothing wrong with that. I didn't mean to make it sound like that. Sorry." He looked down.

"It's fine, pretty boy. Don't worry. I know you're an ally," Billy replied, "Why are you bringing up my preference towards men, as you so eloquently put it?" He let out a little laugh, amused at the wording his friend said.

Steve was quiet for a moment, gathering his thoughts, trying to figure out how to word it. "When you're with another man..."

Billy held his hands up, interrupting Steve. "Woah, okay. What's with the sudden interest?"

"I'm getting to it, asshole!" Steve snapped, earning an eyebrow raise from the blonde. He sighed. "I'll cut to the chase. I think I'm attracted to men, but I'm not sure. Can you fuck me so I know for sure?"

Billy was taking a drag when he heard that. He choked on the smoke, hitting himself in the chest and coughing. "Fuck, Harrington, that's not where I thought it was going at all. You really are full of surprises, aren't you?" He thought about it. "I mean, you're really hot, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't think about it before. So sure, what the hell? Do you want to go to your house now?"

Steve looked at Billy, biting his lip. "Yeah," he said, "But listen... I'm definitely not a virgin, but this is going to be new to me."

"Well, did you want to top or bottom?" Billy asked, throwing the butt of the spent cigarette out of the window. "I'm okay with either, honestly, but it would probably be better for you to top your first time."

Steve shook his head. "No, I want to go all the way with it. I want you to top me. I trust you, Billy. I wouldn't ask anyone else. Not that I know another gay man. I don't. Maybe that freak Munson, I don't know. That's not the point..." He paused, cheeks growing pink as he looked down. "I've thought about it before. Bottoming, I mean. I really liked the thought of it, it got me off."

"Okay." Billy nodded slowly, trying to process it. "Well, what did you imagine? What position were you in?" He could definitely think of a few positions he'd like to try with Steve. He could imagine Steve bent over, begging for Billy's cock. Or on his knees, stuffing that pretty pink mouth full with his hard cock.

Steve shrugged. "Well, it's a pretty common thought I've been having, and it's been happening for a while. There's different positions I've dreamed of. But maybe I'd like to start with you on top of me?" He threw out his cigarette, watching it fall onto the pavement. "But you're the expert here. It's not too different from fucking a girl, right?"

"Not really? I mean, it's kind of like it, but at the same time, it's with a guy. Girls have these soft curves and they're louder and don't let you do anal. Guys, though... They're hairier and built sturdier. When you're kissing them, they could have stubble, and that'll throw you off the first time you do it, but then it feels nice. And then of course, the biggest difference is the dick. That, and they don't have tits to squeeze." Billy then cocked his head a little, looking up as he thought. "Well, they could," he said, "Depends on how big you like them. I don't discriminate when it comes to a potential piece of ass. As long as they're not ugly."

Steve frowned. "How lovely," he remarked, "Ever the gentleman, Hargrove."

"Look, did it answer your question or not?"

Steve sighed. "I mean, kind of." He thought about Billy's words. "Isn't it weird kissing another guy? Like just thinking about it?"

"Not really," Billy replied with a shrug, "It's a mental freakout at first, but then you're over it and it's just kissing. When you really think about it, if you like the person, it doesn't matter what gender they are. All you need is love, or whatever sappy shit the Beatles said."

Steve's eyebrow raised. "You listen to the Beatles?"

"Fuck no," Billy replied, shaking his head, "Doesn't mean I don't know the song." He turned the key fully in the ignition, the engine roaring to life. "Now are we doing this or do I have to find some other broad to fuck?"

Steve reached over and pulled on his seatbelt, pushing it down with a little click. "Of course we are. But hey, I'm not some broad," he replied, looking over at Billy. "I'm your friend."

"You're right, I'm sorry," Billy replied, eyes not leaving the road as he pulled out of the parking lot. "Besides, I think I already fucked all the pretty girls in this town."

A five minute drive to the Harrington household only takes two when Billy Hargrove is behind the wheel. Steve never gets over the mini heart attacks after each white knuckled ride in the baby blue Camaro.

Once they emerged from the car, house key in hand, Steve entered the home, kicking off his shoes and meticulously placing them near the door. He felt Billy's eye roll from the floor.

"I don't get why they care so much about the carpet when they're never here to walk on it." Billy copied his friend, putting his worn out boots next to Steve's.

"I don't either, man. It's like I'm allowed to stay here with their stuff, not them." Steve shrugged. "Do you want a beer? Would that help?"

Billy couldn't help but to chuckle softly. "Like I need convincing to fuck Steve "The Hair" Harrington."

Steve smiled softly. "I am a catch, aren't I?" He joked.

"Yep! And you're all mine for tonight," Billy replied with a smile, making his way over to Steve, cupping his cheek, "I'll make it worth it, pretty boy."

With that, Steve's lips were caught in a sweet, slow kiss, as if Billy was easing his friend into it, a small, but loving gesture from his best friend.

Steve froze at first, Billy's stubble scratching his face was almost too much. But remembering who it was helped him, and soon, the hesitation melted away. He wrapped his arms around Billy's neck, feeling the hands snake around his waist, and he kissed back. It felt...almost natural, kissing a guy, as if he was meant to do it. Or was it the fact that he was kissing Billy that made it so easy to do?

The questions Steve had bouncing around in his brain were shoved away the second he felt Billy's tongue swipe along his lower lip, and he parted them, allowing entry. A barely audible moan slipped from his lips as he tentatively deepened the kiss. This felt right. Steve wasn't sure why, but he wasn't going to question this, especially now that Billy's hand was cupping his ass. Another soft moan slipped out as he felt the callused hand squeeze.

Steve was already losing his mind, he needed more. God, is this how a virgin feels? Is it supposed to feel this good? This...free? Every touch was ecstasy and their clothes weren't even off yet. His hands slid down Billy's chest, to the hem of his shirt, and he gently tugged on it, needing the offensive fabric to be gone. A low chuckle broke the kiss.

"Patience, princess. You want to enjoy it, right? Don't want you to shoot off too early." Billy said, leaning in. His lips latched on to the nape of Steve's neck, sucking a bruise into the soft, hot skin. His voice grew lower. "Unless you plan on coming over and over again. I can definitely work with that."

Another low chuckle against his neck made Steve shiver. "That a challenge?" He asked, though his voice betrayed him, sounding shaken.

Billy's half lidded eyes lit up, smirk growing into a full grown grin. "Don't give me any ideas, Harrington." He grabbed Steve's hand, pulling him towards the stairs. "Come on, you'll be more comfortable on the bed."

It took no time at all for the two men to make their way up the stairs and down the hallway, to the bedroom. With one swift movement, Billy shut the door, pinning Steve against the hard wood. "God, there's so many things I want to do to you, princess," he murmured, before peppering Steve's neck with little kisses.

If Billy wasn't holding the man right now, Steve would be melting onto the floor, completely loving every part of this. "We can do it all," he whispered, earning a wide eye from Billy.

"I love the enthusiasm, keep it up."

Steve's eyes nearly rolled back in his head when he felt Billy's teeth grazing the soft skin of his neck. "Billy, please..." He begged. He got relief once he felt Billy's hips against his own, bucking forward to provide the sweet friction he's been begging for. "Oh, yes..." He moaned, eyes fluttering shut.

"God, you're so fucking noisy," Billy commented. He bucked his hips up hard, earning a soft moan. "I wonder how loud I can get you to scream my name."

"You gotta fuck me to find out," Steve replied, eyes half lidded, looking up at Billy, "See if I can get a noise complaint."

That comment sent a shiver up Billy's spine, and he looked Steve dead in the eye. "I take back what I said about you being noisy. That was the hottest thing you've ever said." In one quick motion, he slammed Steve onto the bed, not wasting any time undressing both himself and his friend. His cock sprung out of his boxers, thick and hard, eager for what's about to happen. He couldn't wait to fuck Steve. It's been on his mind since the day he met the man. He couldn't wrap his mind around the fact it's about to happen.

Once Steve was fully naked, he spread his legs, reaching down to give attention to his neglected cock. He let out a sinful moan, slowly stroking himself.

"Oh, don't worry, sweetheart. You'll be fucked in a second," Billy explained, moving to sit on the bed, "I just have to stretch you first. Otherwise it'll be really painful, and I don't want you hurting." This was the hottest sight he's ever seen. His best friend laying naked on the bed, jerking off. He died and went to heaven, he was sure of it.

"I have lube in the table there." Steve gently squeezed the head of his cock, making himself moan.

Billy's hand immediately went to the table, opening the drawer and pulling out a small bottle of lube. He spread it on his fingers, reaching down between Steve's thighs. "This is gonna feel weird." That was the only warning he gave before he slid a finger in, pumping it in and out.

"This isn't so bad," Steve said, "Add another."

Billy obliged, adding a second finger. He pumped them in and out, scissoring them. Hearing Steve's little gasps of pain, he frowned. "I know, baby. But I have to do this. Just relax."

Steve loved the little petnames Billy was calling him. It helped him relax more. He took in a few breaths, trying to do as Billy said, and slowly, he started to relax a little.

"That's a good boy," Billy commented softly, feeling the walls loosen slightly around him. He added a third digit, slowly pumping them in and out, letting Steve get used to it, before he started scissoring them, stretching him more. After a minute, he pulled them out, leaning back to squirt more lube into his hand, stroking his cock so it got coated in the viscous liquid.

Steve watched, biting his lip in anticipation. He spread his legs even wider, his neglected cock twitching. "God, I want you so bad."

The smirk reappeared on Billy's lips, and he chuckled softly. "Flattery will get you everywhere, pretty boy." He hovered on top of Steve, using his free hand to line up. "Are you ready?" Once he got the nod, he slowly pushed in, letting out a low groan. He looked down and watched Steve's hole swallow him inch by inch, until he bottomed out. He never wanted to forget this image. "Tell me when you're ready for me to move."

Steve sucked in a sharp breath, feeling the sudden pressure as Billy filled him. It didn't hurt as much as he thought, but still felt a little weird, he wasn't used to this feeling. He focused instead on Billy, making the hottest face he's ever seen, and he grew more impatient. "Move."

Obeying his friend, Billy gripped Steve's hips, slowly pulling out, before thrusting back in. He kept his pace a little slow, making sure Steve was comfortable with it. Once he heard the little moans start spilling, he smirked, and started moving faster, harder than before. He angled his hips up, trying to find th-

"Holy shit!" Steve's head was thrown back, eyes rolled, back arched off the bed. "Right there! Please, Billy!"

"Who am I to disappoint?" Billy pulled out nearly all the way, before slamming back in, abusing Steve's prostate over and over again, making the man's moans grow in octave with each thrust. He moaned, keeping his eyes on the man, wanting to make sure he was still comfortable and not in pain.

Steve chanted Billy's name like it was the only word he knew, bucking his hips back into Billy's to get him even deeper. He was nearly incoherent from how drunk he was getting from his friend, the pleasure hitting him harder than he's ever felt before. His cock started twitching, his balls tightening, and he screamed Billy's name, gripping his cock and stroking it fast, covering himself as he came.

"You're so fucking hot, Steve. Holy shit." Billy felt the walls tightening around him and he groaned, riding out his orgasm, fucking his seed deep into Steve. He pulled out with a moan, nearly collapsing next to his friend. It was the best sex he's ever had, nothing could ever compare to it.

Steve immediately pulled Billy closer to him, eyes closed as he tried to catch his breath. "I've... Never felt that before." His voice was breathy. "I want all my sex to be like that."

"Bottoming?"

"With you."

Billy looked over at Steve, his brain short-circuiting. "I was that good, huh?"

Steve nodded, cheeks flushed and eyes lined with tears. "You made me feel safe, Billy."

"Okay, don't go getting all sappy on me, Harrington." Billy shook his head, sitting up and looking down at his friend. "This was to see if you're interested in men, not me."

"I'm being serious, asshole!" Steve bit back, rolling his eyes at the reply. "I'm not in love with you or anything. I'm just saying thanks for being gentle with me. And now that I've had gay sex for the first time, I have my answer."

"Which is?"

Steve shrugged. "I liked it a lot. Doesn't get rid of my love for women, but I can definitely spread my horizons when looking for dates."

"Just be careful when looking. It's supposed to be a secretive thing, remember? You can't just go asking any guy if he's gay," Billy reminded, "Hey, why don't you try Munson? He's definitely not straight. And just by his bandana, he's kinky."

Steve thought for a moment. "Maybe I will. Thanks, Hargrove. But for now..." He looked at Billy. "How about round two?"

Billy grinned, tackling Steve onto the bed and kissing him deeply.

Chapter 4: "Oh, so you think I'm hot?" (Mungrove)

"You're such a a fucking prick, Munson!"

Eddie scowled at the man. "Yeah? Well, I'm not the one with mommy issues!"

Billy gritted his teeth, nostrils flaring in anger. "Quit talking out of your ass!"

"It's obvious! Ever since you drove that ugly ass deathtrap you call a car onto the scene and walked into the school like you were hot shit, it's been obvious," Eddie yelled, throwing his hands in the air. "I mean, you cozy up to a girl, fuck her, then act as if she doesn't exist afterward! Rinse and repeat! You fuck anything that moves and you're either getting over some mommy issues, or trying to compensate for something, probably homosexual tendencies that you try to forget are there."

"What?!" Within a second, Billy's fist had connected with Eddie's jaw, hitting him hard.

"Oof!"

"You don't know what you're talking about, Munson!" Billy punched the man again. "I'm not gay! I've never been gay!"

Eddie had his usual shit-eating grin on. "Tell that to your earring." He then braced himself for another hit.

"I'm from California! It's a fashion choice, Munson!"

Eddie's eyebrow was cocked. "Then you were hanging out with the gays. You can tell from your style. The earring, the nearly silky button ups, and not to mention those tight ass jeans." Billy's fist was about to connect with his nose, but he dodged. "That's when you're not allergic to wearing a shirt. Why would you have your tits out to begin with? Let me guess? Fashion?" He laughed.

Billy shoved Eddie hard against the wall. "How do I know you're not gay? Huh? Why are you so concerned with my fashion? You're the one staring at my ass!"

"Because you have it on display like the bitch you are!" Eddie yelled. He then shoved Billy back. "Get out of my face!"

"Make me!" Billy hit Eddie again.

Eddie pulled his arm back and sucker punched Billy in the mouth, hard. "Make me? What are you, five?"

"Shut your fucking mouth!" Billy screamed, throwing a punch, but Eddie moved, and it hit the locker instead. He yelped in pain, flexing his fist. "Asshole!"

Eddie punched Billy hard in the nose. "Fuck you!"

Billy cried out in pain, crimson trickling from his nostrils. "You dick!" He held his nose for a moment, sucking a breath through his teeth, trying to get the pain to subside.

Eddie put his fists down, watching Billy. For a moment, he was mesmerized. "Damn, Hargrove. Even with a bloody nose, you're hot," he commented.

"Oh, so you think I'm hot?" Billy asked, grinning. He had blood in his teeth.

Somehow, even that smile was sexy to Eddie. "Hell yes." He grabbed Billy by the shirt collar and yanked him in close, colliding their lips together in a heated kiss.

Billy froze at first, but slowly melted into the kiss, hands starting to roam everywhere; up the man's shirt, to his chest, squeezing his ass, everywhere. He pressed his hips against Eddie's, savoring the little moan he got in return. God, he wanted to be the cause of that noise all the time. He broke the kiss to plant little ones along the man's hot, pale skin below his ear, before sucking a bruise onto his neck. "You wanna get out of here?" His breath was hot.

"Please..." Eddie whispered, eyes half lidded. "Need you..."

"I have the house to myself tonight," Billy suggested, pulling back to look Eddie in the eyes. "I'm thinking the shower. You're dirty from all the blood."

Eddie chuckled softly. "Who's fault is that?"

"Just meet me there, asshole."

Twenty minutes had passed and the two found themselves stumbling through Billy's bathroom door, shutting and locking it, though nobody was going to be home for the night. Within seconds, their lips were on each other's again, kissing like their lives depended on it, like they were sharing oxygen. Hands were quick at pulling shirts off, nimble fingers quick at unbuckling belts and pulling down zippers.

"Enough with the foreplay, dick! Use me like you do with the girls in the school!" Eddie demanded. "Fuck me."

Billy let out a soft laugh, shaking his head. "So impatient, pretty boy. I gotta lube you up first."

"Don't bother," Eddie replied, "I like the stretch." He smirked at the wide eyed reaction he got. "I'm into that shit. What did you think the black bandana was for?"

"I knew you were a freak, Munson," Billy replied, ripping the last of the clothing off of both himself and Eddie. He then turned the shower faucet on, holding a hand under the running water to check the temperature. Once it was nice and warm, he pulled his hand away. "Get in," he ordered.

Eddie did as told, his cock twitching in response. He liked being told what to do, he found it hot. When Billy stepped in, he closed the shower curtain and connected their lips again in a bruising kiss, not caring how badly it hurt him. He groaned softly once he felt the man's tongue licking his lower lip.

Once he got access, Billy licked his way into Eddie's mouth, tasting the blood. His hips were pressed against Eddie's, the friction driving him wild. "Fuck, Munson, I need you so badly..."

"Then take me, baby." Eddie gave Billy a flirty smirk, before turning around, bracing himself with both hands on the wet tile of the shower wall.

Billy bit his lip, stroking his cock a few times as he lined the tip up to Eddie's entrance. With his other hand, he held the man's hip, slowly pushing in with a groan. The man was tight, and he nearly came right then, but pushed the feeling away. "Fuck..."

Eddie's eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head, forehead pressing against the tile. "Give me a second," he said, already out of breath. He slowly worked on his breathing, relaxing himself, and it worked, feeling his walls loosen.

Once the death grip on his cock was released, Billy began to thrust. He kept his pace slow at first, not wanting to hurt the man, but once he started hearing those moans, he smirked. "That's it, baby. You're taking me so well." His pace quickened, growing a little harder. He reached down and smacked Eddie's ass hard, relishing in the reaction he got.

Eddie's head was thrown back, and he growled. "Enough with the niceties, Hargrove. Fuck me like you mean it. Harder," he demanded, "I'm not gonna break."

Billy's brow shot up. "Oh, you like it rough, huh? You like being a fucking brat and pissing me off, right?" A hand slid up Eddie's stomach, past his chest and to his neck, giving it a gentle squeeze. "You want me to fuck you 'til you cry? I'll do it. You'll have no voice left from screaming my name." With each word, he thrusted harder, faster.

"Yes!" Eddie was loving this. As if Billy was a mind reader, realizing all his dirtiest fantasies, and bringing them to life. He felt the man's hand bend him over and he screamed, back arching as Billy made him see stars. "Billy!" He felt it over and over again.

Eddie's moans were pulling Billy closer to the edge. "Should have known you were such a fuckin' slut. Taking me like it's your job, like all you're good for is a fuck." He spanked Eddie again. "Now tell me, who's gonna make you come?"

"Billy!"

Billy smirked, deciding to tease the man. "Who?"

"Billy!"

Eddie was nearly drooling now, his brain turning to mush as he was almost over the edge. He bucked his hips back, meeting Billy's thrusts. "Please... Can I come?"

That question took Billy aback. He reached around and took Eddie's now weeping cock in his hand. "Since you asked so nicely." He started stroking Eddie, feeling it twitching in his hand.

Eddie's eyes rolled back in his head, chanting Billy's name like it was the only word he knew, riding out his orgasm. He spilled out everywhere, onto Billy's hand and the wall, before his knees buckled.

Billy immediately let go, spilling deep inside the man, before pulling out and turning Eddie around. He picked him up, holding him in his arms so he didn't slip in the water. "Don't worry, I got you," he reassured, turning the faucet off and stepping out of the shower. He knew Eddie slipped, dropping a little too hard from the intense orgasm. He heard it in his voice, saw it in his movements.

After drying and dressing himself, Billy helped dry Eddie off with the softest towel he could find. He then helped dress the man in boxers and one of his old shirts, before laying him down on his bed. "There," he said, pulling the blanket up to Eddie's chest. "All comfy?"

Eddie gave Billy a slow blink, nodding. "'m fine." He then pulled the blanket up more. "Cuddle?" His arms were outstretched.

Billy couldn't help but to chuckle softly. "Okay, but just for a little while." He slid under the covers next to the man, immediately getting wrapped up in every limb Eddie has.

They ended up falling asleep, holding each other close.