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Billy had said he'd be good. Just a fling, let Steve know what he'd be in for. Nothing out of the ordinary really. Except this was Billy, and Billy didn't do good.
Steve checked his reflection in the rearview mirror for what felt like the hundredth time that evening. Why was he so nervous? He'd had flings before, dozens of them even.
Okay, he could admit none of them held a candle to Billy Hargrove, but that's besides the point. So what if the guy made porn look boring just by lighting a cigarette? He was still just a guy.
'Calm the fuck down.' Steve let out a breath.
He'd spent the last few months pretty sure he was going to lose his mind. That wasn't too out of the ordinary for him given how the last few years had been insane. But the shit with the Upside-Down was done. At least for now. Steve would never be able to fully trust that peace ever again. In one night and the swing of a bat, his life had suddenly become full of change: monsters, unexpected friends, horrifying enemies, tragedy, miracles of the dead returning to life, a real happiness he hadn't believed himself capable of, and- nightmares.
Always nightmares.
Despite the untrustworthy peace, things had been wild lately, but in a good way. At least it felt good to him.
Steve had always prided himself on being an omega who knew what he wanted and went for it. It didn't matter who it was: alpha, beta, a fellow omega, he liked who he liked and he didn't settle.
Even with Nancy, who he still cared for and had thought would be 'The One', he hadn't stumbled (much) in pursuing her. He was the bold one, the one who went for it and didn't let himself get tied up in knots about it. (His brief and long ago summer dry spell was a freak of nature and should not be counted against him, Robin.)
So why was this different? Because- okay, because he wasn't used to being the one pursued. At least not like this, not so- earnestly. Not just for him. Not really.
Things had changed after the Upside-Down. He had changed. They had changed.
Billy Hargrove and Eddie Munson.
Two men he'd never have seen himself having a short polite conversation with some years ago, who were so different from him in nearly every way. Two Alphas, actually deserving of the capital fucking A, that were pursuing him for an actual courtship. A proper fucking courtship too, not just dating, a few romps, and a lot of empty promises. Not… bullshit.
To be honest, he'd been a little- yeah, a lot overwhelmed. Yeah, they'd fucking trauma bonded deep in the trenches of living nightmares. They'd found common ground, talked about real shit, shared secrets, and just- he just- he hadn't expected them to want to stick around when they didn't have to anymore. Like his parents, like Nancy, like- like everyone else outside of his pups and Robin (who would eventually have to leave him anyway, all of them too fucking brilliant for him to let them waste their lives in Hawkins).
The alphas were both so much sometimes, in a way he actually liked (maybe loved?). They found a reason to talk to him almost every day. It was good to have someone to talk to about all the shit they'd been through, he was happy to be that for them, to be a friend (to be of use, to be needed).
But exactly three years out from the last battle, at the 'annual victory celebration', they'd both made it clear they wanted to be a lot more than just friends. They'd talked to him privately, giving him the due option of a discreet and immediate denial without any pressure from an audience, and then gave an announcement to everyone there as witnesses of their intent once he'd accepted.
Steve had never seen so many shovel talks in his life and it actually made him feel so damn loved.
Although El's shovel talk had actually included snapping a shovel with her mind and that had terrified Steve just by proximity.
Max, Erika, and Dustin had each given him one as well, but they'd gone a little easier on him. Well, easy by Max's definition at least. After she'd finished with Billy and Eddie, her graphic threats to him was enough to leave him wondering if he should move his bat from the trunk of his car to a more secure location. They had agreed to give Steve three chances to mess up before they made his life hell. He appreciated it but was also huffy that they expected him to screw up that much. El had just hugged him and said she wouldn't be able to punish him as much as he would himself and, honestly, that was fair but a little too insightful. As per usual of El. Or Jane. Whatever she felt like at the moment.
Mike had just been so supremely annoyed with the whole situation that it was kind of funny.
Steve hadn't noticed it until that night. How Billy and Eddie had been getting even closer than usual and lingering in his space for longer than a friendly scenting required. How they'd been a little testy with each other, but wouldn't say what the problem was and seemed almost competitive (which wasn't unusual for Billy, but wasn't something Eddie really got into) about the strangest things. How they would just do shit for him. Without him even asking.
Billy kept doing upkeep on Steve's car before he'd even noticed it needed it. Eddie found time to help with the party on weekends so Steve could have a little time to himself, even when he had a gig lined up. Billy and Eddie took turns covering the bill when they ate out together, despite Steve insisting he could pay (which he could, but he was still working as a video clerk while putting himself through community college, even if some of the families were now paying him to look after their kids but that really just covered gas and snacks.)
In hindsight, he would admit he'd been a bit of an oblivious dumbass and kind of deserved the laughs he'd gotten when his brain had fizzled out as they both openly stated their intention 'to earn the privilege of courting him' as Eddie had put it. Billy had been a lot more graphic, but no less serious. All Steve had been able to do was stare at them like he'd been hit with his own bat.
There were still days he woke up and was sure he'd dreamt the whole thing, only for that certainty to be shattered when he'd get a phone call asking him to lunch or some other activity. It felt surreal.
Because there was dating and then there was courtship. Dating was whatever, you could date and have fun with anybody so long as you were careful. Announcing courtship was different, serious, and you didn't just do it fucking lightly.
Dating could lead to courtship, eventually, if it became something serious, but it could also end at any time without any real issue. Courtship led one place and that was Mating. With a capital M. You couldn't just say that shit and break it off the next day without looking like a complete scumbag. It had to be a mutual decision for all parties.
Steve was nervous, not a little anxious, and confused why they would go that far. But they'd spent the last two months proving to him that they meant it and were ready to put in as much work as he wanted them too. Not just needed, but wanted. Eddie had joked about jumping through literal hoops. Or at least Steve was hoping it was a joke.
So here he was. Parked outside of a glorified love hotel a few towns over and possibly about to have his world rocked at the very least. Possibly come out of it giving his approval for courtship at most.
The hotel was pretty nice, even by his standards.
He knew Billy was making good money now, organizing charity auctions and events for people like Steve's parents. He'd started right out of high school and flown through promotions like he had wings. Steve's mom couldn't stop raving about him, which was fine, because at least it meant his dad was the jealous one for once. Steve had even been the one to introduce them. It just wasn’t what he'd ever seen Billy doing.
But he had to admit how well it suited him and just how fucking charming Billy could be when he wanted something. He was good with people, with figuring out what they wanted and giving it to them. For a price anyway. Apparently it matched up well with parting rich stuck ups from their cash.
Unfortunately, that smooth charm was also what made Steve so damn nervous towards him.
Billy was changing, had changed, from that loud, cutting, and angry bad boy Steve had first met. He was still plenty angry, lashed out sometimes still, had a filthy mouth, drove like a madman, had a near desperate need for attention and admiration, but he was also growing into a good man.
A man who took care of his little sister and ex-stepmother when no one had expected him to after the government had resurrected him, when all anyone thought he'd do was skip town back to California. A man who could still bite like a rabid dog, but had learned to aim himself at enemies of the people he gave 'half a shit about'. Who rolled his eyes and volunteered to pick up the 'shitrats' when Steve and Eddie couldn't. Who Max herself had said was making a real effort to repair their fucked relationship and be 'only half the mouthbreather he was before'. Who was trying to be a better man than his father ever let him believe he could be.
All that and so much more showed Steve glimpses of the man he was becoming with both time, support, and a little kindness. Also a lot of gods damned federal mandated therapy. Therapy, a support network, proper diagnosis, and medication weren't some miracle cure, but done right they could make one a believer. Steve himself was proof of that.
So yeah. Steve trusted Billy with damn near everything.
What he wasn't so sure about was trusting Billy with him.
A lot had changed about Billy over the last three years since their victory, but his tail chasing hadn't really been one of them. It certainly wasn't something Steve could or would judge him for.
Something he'd come to understand about Billy was that the alpha needed to be wanted. It just fit. Steve could even relate on some level. But being wanted and having a long term relationship were not exactly exclusive, nor something Billy had ever seriously expressed an interest in to Steve’s knowledge, until the bomb drop at the anniversary party.
If Billy had made it clear he was just after a tumble in the sheets, Steve wouldn't have minded nearly as much. He'd seen models and movie stars not a fraction as beautiful as him. He would've been surprised and flattered as hell even. It's not like he hadn't thought about Eddie or Billy that way, or noticed the occasional glance from the other two. Steve knew he was a handsome omega, lots of people looked at him. It was mostly harmless. He just hadn't expected anything to come of it was all.
But to Steve's knowledge, Billy had never had a long term relationship in his life that lasted longer than a month, maybe two if the sex was that good (even before all this, he'd known way too much about Billy's sex life, both past and present). He knew part of that had been because of fucking Neil, but it hadn't shown any sign of changing after the piece of shit was out of the picture either until that. Though admittedly, it wasn't out of character for Billy to go from zero to sixty. He wasn't the kind of guy that did shit by halves. He lives like he drives, all in or not at all.
Steve heard from rumors and the man himself that he fucked like that too.
Now he was about to find out for himself.
He took one last look and practically threw himself out of his car and locked it before he could change his mind. Jesus, sometimes he almost wished he could still wrap himself in all that false confidence like he did back in high school, so convincing that he believed it himself most days. But he knew better now. Billy would know better.
He went inside.
Apparently Billy had shelled out for a suite. The room key the desk clerk had given him led him to one of the top floors.
Once he got to the room, despite having a key, he knocked.
There were quiet footsteps and then the door opened.
Billy swung it open wide, one hand coming up to prop against the doorframe. He was wearing a stormy blue button up that brought out the touch of gray in his blue eyes, making them look darker. Of course, the buttons were undone nearly to his navel, unafraid to show off both muscle and scars. Scars that were now interwoven with brilliant tattoos that Steve could stare at for hours. Which he was pretty certain was the point.
The centerpiece tattoo was the most visible like this; a stylized sun, something he was told was very 'socal', the rays stretched themselves almost to his throat and encircled the bed of scars on his sternum. He could just glimpse a smattering of stars spilling from his right side over tanned skin further down inside of the shirt and the beginnings of something else on his left side. The ink was still fairly new, so the colors were fresh and bold. Much like their owner.
Billy's time in the Upside-Down had damaged his body, but also his hair. He'd had to buzz off his long golden locks and was still in the process of regrowing them. It wasn't quite his former mane just yet and he usually kept it slicked back for work, but when they ran free the curls outlined his face, and in the right light created a halo that made Steve's breath catch. Like now.
It was an interesting contrast, given Steve's own hair had gotten even longer. When he didn't style it, it brushed his shoulders in soft thick waves that he liked running his fingers through. It was calming.
Despite any disapproving sounds from his dad, or Robin's offer to cut it for him (not that he would ever let her near him with a pair of scissors), he couldn't bring himself to get it cut beyond a simple trim to keep it healthy. His mom had taken to fawning over it.
But Steve liked that when he looked in the mirror, he could tell, not just from the scars, how different he was from who he used to be. Freer. Happier.
Billy's eyes immediately dropped to the medallion Steve was wearing over his red sweater. Steve was close enough to see his pupils widen in pleasure, his scent strengthening with pride that Steve was wearing his gift.
It was almost a match to Billy's St. Christopher medallion. The pendant was a little bigger and it had a longer finer chain. The picture engraved in it was of the Archangel Raphael.
Steve had never been particularly religious, he didn't know that much about it either. His Nonna was a good catholic. His mother not so much. His father only believed in money unless he was schmoozing with devout clients, then he was whatever he needed to be.
But the way Billy had explained it to him, how the Archangel Raphael was the patron of healers, mental health, and for those who suffer nightmares… It * meant * something to Steve.
He had finally saved up enough money last summer to go to Hawkins community college in between his volunteer work. Steve wanted to be a guidance counselor. So to have a tangible show of support was- was a lot. It was a beautiful gift of intent.
The necklace was also solid gold and an uncharacteristically subtle way, by Billy’s standards, of signaling he would be a good provider. Not that Steve needed that. He'd grown up with money, with having all of his needs and wants taken care of for him and the knowledge that it had never truly made him happy. He was also a modern omega and an adult with a job now. He could provide for himself just fine, alpha or no. He didn't need or want a mate just for that.
Still. The gesture was both heartwarming and- warming in a very different way. Even his dad had approved of the tasteful gift.
Steve had half a feeling that his dad had ulterior motives for supporting Billy's pursuit. That, one, it meant his wife wouldn't be able to keep flirting if the alpha was mated to their son, and two, that if he couldn't turn Steve into a company man, he could at least see him settled down with an alpha that wouldn't embarrass the family.
Billy was the 'obvious choice' to Steve's parents. Steve himself just wasn't so sure.
"You made it, princess. I was starting to worry I'd been stood up. Come in." Billy didn't move his arm.
Steve rolled his eyes and stepped under his arm, knowing he'd done it on purpose just so Steve would have to slide up against him to get by. He could smell the cologne Billy used, a warm scent of sandalwood and vanilla, that always made Steve's head spin a little.
Billy's smirk was annoyingly handsome, and with shorter hair, it drew even more attention to his stupid perfect face.
"I thought you said you were going to be 'good'." Steve huffed, but it was more to get the dizzying scent of cologne and Billy's own musk out of his nose than genuine annoyance. His sense of smell and taste were a little louder than before, but it wasn't exactly a problem.
"And I will be." Billy promised. His expression mellowed into something coy. "Can I take your coat, princess?"
Steve almost said no, but stopped. He was curious and wanted to see where this would go. He let Billy pull his jacket from his shoulders and watched him hang it up.
"So why didn't we meet at your apartment?" Steve asked.
"I didn't want any interruptions. Plus it's currently infested with shitrats while Susan has her book club meeting at theirs."
After the trailer park had been condemned and the Mayfields forced from what little home they'd had left, Billy had shocked everyone by getting them two separate apartments in the same building on the nicer side of Hawkins. That, in addition to all of the new job openings in town, had allowed Susan to get a better job that let her be home with Max more.
From both Billy and Max's side of things, Steve had learned a lot about the state of their past relationship. It hadn't always been as bad as what Steve had seen of it, but it obviously hadn't been all good before that either. Something had been wrong with it from the start and Steve wondered how much of it had been their parents and how much was Billy's own baggage.
So even though Billy was back now and different, and both were trying, they'd agreed they still needed their own space. Maybe they were afraid of backsliding somehow. Being taken out of a bad environment helped break old habits, or that's what Steve's therapist had told him.
There was also the part where both had agreed it wasn't a good idea for Billy to have to live with Susan, though Steve hadn't been told much about their specific history, he wasn't at a point where he felt comfortable prying about it either.
It also wasn't his trauma to work through, as his therapist liked to remind Steve whenever he tried to use his worries about others to deflect from his own.
But he did know that Max had told Dustin she'd heard yelling after Billy had brought her home one night when her mom had forgotten to pick her up from Lucas's house. They'd come home to her mom passed out drunk on the couch. Again.
After interrogating Max, Billy had sent her to her room to grab some of her stuff to crash at his apartment for the night while he woke Susan up. That's when the yelling started. Max had said there was something about 'he's not fucking worth it' and 'getting her shit together'. Susan had said some things Max didn't repeat, or at least Dustin didn't care to repeat to him. But Billy had gone quiet after that, which had weirded Max out enough to go check on them. Billy had given Susan an ultimatum; Susan could either get her shit together for Max or he would take her.
Max had been pissed and insufferable for weeks afterward, Steve remembered, ranting about Billy being a stubborn overbearing asshole when he wouldn't let her see her mom. Steve had worried that what stability and trust they'd built so far would disappear. But then he remembered the look on her face when she learned her mom had joined AA and showed up for a family dinner at the Byers' with her one month sobriety chip and it'd all been worth it.
Susan still had her rough patches, but she was trying and Steve knew that that mattered more to Max than anything.
Steve was just happy Max had someone else looking out for her aside from him and the party, and that's all he could really ask for.
Billy was smiling at him and Steve realized he'd probably missed him saying something. That happened often nowadays when Steve's mind didn't stay on topic, but they were used to it. "Take your shoes off, princess. Dinner will be ready soon."
"Dinner?" Steve asked. He was confused. This was not going how he thought it would at all. Despite promises to 'behave', Steve had kind of expected, maybe even hoped, for Billy to go straight for seduction.
Okay, he was more than a little curious about the stories of how Billy was in bed, so sue him.
"That's right." Once Steve removed his shoes, Billy guided him to the kitchenette with a hand placed on the small of his back, possessive but respectful. He didn't try to grab Steve's ass even once to his amusement and a little disappointment.
Steve peered at what was cooking on the stove. "Is that-"
"Spaghetti Carbonara, I used the recipe your mom gave me." Billy removed the pasta from the eye and tested it, then went through the steps of preparing it.
"She gave you Nonna's recipe?!" Steve said in shock. He'd known Billy was charming, but that was on another level. She hadn't taught it to Steve until two years ago. "Please tell me you didn't sleep with my mother."
Billy snorted. "No, princess. Not that I've actually tried, but your mom's surprisingly loyal. She just likes to flirt to make your dad jealous. Your old man doesn't deserve that fox."
"Please don't refer to my mother as a fox ever again." But Steve was smiling. He'd always thought his dad didn't deserve his mom. He may not have the best relationship with his mom, but at least she really tried when she wasn't hounding his father to keep him in line.
It was another reason he was nervous about someone like Billy. He didn't want to have to spend his life chasing after a mate just to keep their attention. That quiet sad part of him he was trying to work on felt certain Billy would get bored of him once he got what he wanted. This night was a test to prove whether that little voice was wrong or right…
"Mind getting the wine?" Billy asked with a nod to the wine chilling on a cart. Room service must have been by. "It's gotta breathe."
"I know that. I've been dragged to enough work functions to pick up a few things my parents' have tried to drill into me." He popped the cork and looked at the brand. Expensive and- surprisingly one of the few he actually liked. It was a sweeter wine and his dad hated it, but Steve couldn't stomach all that dry shit.
"How'd you know I liked this one?" Steve didn't believe this was a coincidence one bit. One of his favorite family dishes, his favorite wine, and-
Billy turned on a radio, keeping the volume low so they could still talk as one of Steve's favorite songs reached his ears.
"Okay, are you stalking me now?" Steve laughed, only half kidding. They'd talked about music before, they had a lot of clashing tastes, but Steve hadn't mentioned to anyone but Robin what his latest favorite song was.
Rainy night and we worked all day
We both got jobs 'cause there's bills to pay
We got something they can't take away
Our love, our lives
Steve had been on a pretty big Bon Jovi kick lately. The lead singer may or may not have reminded him a little of both a certain blond and brunette.
"I pick up more than people think. And I talk to people, like your mom, Robin, the shitrats." Billy replied as he plated the food and added the egg slowly to cook with the still hot pasta dish. "People want to talk. I just listen."
Steve was quietly impressed. He'd believed Billy heard more than he showed, despite how unaffected he always acted, Steve just hadn't had this much solid proof before.
He was also incredibly flattered that Billy paid that much attention to things about him in particular. It made his quiet omega instincts want to purr, but he pushed it down. He'd begun to understand the way he dealt with his omega side wasn't- healthy. He'd internalized a lot about his first and secondary genders and was still trying to deal with it. He couldn't help kids as a counselor that well if he didn't start with himself first.
But allowing himself to purr like a kitten over being shown just a little attention wasn't something he was ready for.
One day. Maybe.
They sat down to eat, Billy pouring the wine for them. They talked about Billy's work, Steve's classes and job, volunteer work, the kids. It was soothing and nice. No pressure. The nerves he'd had when he'd arrived faded to nothing.
After two glasses of wine, Billy switched them to water.
"Trying to be good, remember?" Billy smirked when Steve complained at being cut off.
After dinner, they ordered dessert from room service and watched a movie. Steve could barely remember what it was even about, because as soon as it started, Billy had gotten so close and wrapped an arm around him. Steve could smell the warm vanilla of his shampoo, his cologne, and-
Gods, his omega loved Billy's scent. It smelled uncharacteristically sweet for an alpha. Even Eddie's was something darker, heavier. Billy smelled like brown sugar and cinnamon. Steve knew from others that his own scent wasn't too dissimilar: baked apples, cinnamon, and vanilla. Just like apple pie. 'America's Sweetheart'.
He'd always found it embarrassing when people pointed that out, even going through a period where he'd worn way too much of his dad's bad cologne. But the way Billy was softly nuzzling the scent gland in Steve's cheek, covering himself in Steve's scent, was driving him insane. It could just be mistaken for friendly, casually affectionate, but that wasn't Billy. He was trying to get under Steve's skin in the best possible way.
The dinner, the music, the conversation, dessert, the damn movie he couldn't remember the name of. It was a picture perfect romantic night in and Billy was being the very image of a gentleman. The bastard.
He should've known Billy Hargrove could find a way to turn 'being good' into the worst kind of bad. To show there was such a thing as being too good.
Steve was nearly drunk on Billy's scent by the time the credits rolled. And instead of kissing him, touching him, something damn him, Billy just stood up to get them both another glass of water.
Steve went to the bathroom before he could do something embarrassing like launch himself at the man in the kitchen and fuck until they broke the table.
He pissed and cleaned himself up so he could breathe without a nose full of Billy. He would not be the one to break first. Billy was a competitive knothead who had taken this as a challenge like he did everything. Steve wasn't going to back down.
With that rallying thought in mind, he went back out, and almost went right back in.
Billy had turned the lights off and there were fucking candles, giving the room a warm glow and making him look like an honest to fuck angel. There were two glasses filled just halfway with more wine next to the bottled water and the music was just a little louder. Another favorite song of his.
Lay your hands on me
Lay your hands on me
Lay your hands on me
Lay your hands on me
Billy had made him a damn mixtape.
Steve's omega was doing backflips in his stomach and pleading for him to go climb into Billy's lap. Steve told it to shut the fuck up.
He could be every bit as competitive as Billy.
Steve put on his softest smile that made his eyes warm and all the mothers melt for him.
"This is nice." Steve sat down on the loveseat next to him. He took a slow sip of his wine and licked his lips clean of a drop he'd intentionally let escape. Billy's eyes locked onto it. "Did you really put this all together just to spend some time with me?"
Well I'm a fighter, I'm a poet, I'm a preacher
I've been to school and baby, I've been the teacher
If you show me how to get up off the ground ground ground
I can show you how to fly and never ever come back down
He let himself get more 'comfortable' by sliding his legs onto Billy's lap, making sure the scent glands on the backs of his knees rubbed over Billy's thigh. He'd foregone his usual scent absorbing pads, so he knew his pants were already a little damp from it.
From the flare of Billy's nose as he breathed it in, he could definitely tell.
"Gotta treat a princess right, don't I?" Billy purred quietly. The deepening and smoothness of his tone let Steve know he'd scored a point in his favor, but it also sent him panicking just a bit. He hadn't counted on what Billy could do to him with just his voice.
Steve steered the conversation back to safer grounds for a bit so he wouldn't flood his jeans. Billy just smirked like he knew.
Steve licked the last drop of wine from his glass, feeling confident again when Billy's eyes darkened. That confidence turned to frustration when Billy's tongue did the same with his own glass and it looked like seven kinds of sin.
Everything you want is what I need
Your satisfaction is guaranteed
But the ride don't never ever come for free
Steve moved closer with a single minded determination. He was going to make this man beg.
Steve straddled Billy's lap, Billy looking up at him, arms spread along the back of the couch and letting Steve do whatever he wanted. Steve nearly swallowed when he felt it against his ass. He knew what Billy looked like nude, and had seen all of him in his glory in the boys' locker rooms. He knew he was fucking hung and Steve hadn't even seen it hard yet. Yet.
"Need something, princess?" Billy looked up at him through those long damn lashes. His expression was almost sleepy, looking at Steve like he was in a dream.
No no no no
If you want me to lay my hands on you
"You've been a bit of a poor date." Steve teased.
"Have I? Tell me how to make it up to you, sweetheart." He grinned dangerously in a way that flooded Steve's cheeks with heat.
"You haven't kissed me once." Steve pretended to huff. "I dressed up all nice and you haven't even told me how I look. Starting to think you don't want me here."
"Can't have that." Billy purred, a low sound in his chest that made Steve's omega feel light, melted, and twisted up in knots all at once. "Princesses should know how appreciated they are." His hands finally moved from the couch to rest lightly on his waist, smoothing them up leisurely. "You look real good in red, sweetheart. Soft clothes suit you. Soft colors too. Pretty like a sunset, soft as a sunrise. Wanna take you to Cali one day, show you what I mean."
Steve's ears were burning. He strangely felt like hiding. He didn't understand why. He often got compliments on his looks. It's not like he was shy about it. It was to a point he sometimes thought the only good thing about him was his body and the way it was viewed by others. This felt different.
"I've seen plenty of sunrises and sunsets here," Steve murmured, unintentionally quiet.
"Not like in Cali. I know just the place. Want to take you there, go real early, and spread you out on a blanket, share it together." Billy's eyes were hooded and the look in them was so soft it hurt. He'd tipped his head back and was drawing Steve in close, lips brushing as he spoke. "Want to share a lot of things with you, Steve."
Steve wasn't even aware when that breath of space closed or who closed it first.
Billy's lips were as soft as they looked and felt like heaven to him. It was soft and sweet, there and gone far too soon. It left Steve's head spinning, trying to close the distance again, but Billy's hand stopped him when he tucked a stray lock of Steve's hair behind his ear.
"Was that a nice enough good night kiss, princess?" Billy's smile was coy and all false innocence.
Oh fuck no. He was not going home blue balled and empty.
"You tell me." Steve ground down on Billy's lap, flexing his muscles to make his glands produce more of his scent. "I think you can do better."
Billy opened his mouth to say something, another tease probably, when something that Steve should've expected and all too embarrassing happened.
His back seized up and he gave a distressed wheeze of breath as his stomach muscles constricted in something like a cramp.
"Hang on, we're moving." Billy lost all his playfulness and stood up, holding Steve to him without a problem, before taking him into the bedroom and settling him on the bed.
The bed was really nice but Steve didn't get a chance to appreciate it very much at that moment.
Billy pulled a thick blanket off the foot of the bed and draped it over Steve's lower half to warm him up. "I've got weed and I've got a couple of hydros leftover, I could give you half of one of those."
Steve swallowed. "Um. Hydro." The words came out half a wheeze. Weed was a mixed bag depending on his mood and he didn't want to completely ruin the date by having a panic attack. He'd gone months without one and he didn't want to mess up his track record. Half a hydrocodone was a safer bet.
Fuck, he'd left his own shit out in the car. It'd been a while since he'd had sex, but he should have thought this through and prepared for it. At least it hadn't been right in the middle of sex this damn time. That'd been a bitch and completely ruined the mood. He hadn't talked to Heidi since. Not everyone could deal and he tried not to let it hurt him.
She was the last time he'd tried taking anyone home. He'd tried telling himself that he was just tired of people who wanted a piece of one of the supposed 'town heroes'. That was a year and a half ago.
Fucking demobats and their fucking neurotoxin. Fucking demobat bat bites getting fucking infected. Fucking everything that had happened to him.
But at least Billy understood. Eddie too. They all had their own scars, both unseen and all too visible.
He felt like a bit of an asshole, but- it was nice. It was comfortable not having to explain, to walk someone through it all when all he wanted was to curl up into a ball until the pain stopped or he passed out, whichever came first (he usually passed out if he'd forgotten to bring his meds again).
Billy was back and slowly moving him just enough so he could take the water and medication without choking.
Once Steve was done, Billy put the water aside and got on the bed next to him. He just laid on his side, watching Steve's pained expression. There was no discomfort or pity at seeing him this way, only tired empathy.
"Spasm? Nerves?" At Steve's nod, Billy ruffled his own dark blond curls with a sigh. "It's a bitch. I forgot about your back for a minute there. Fucked up. But damn if I could think straight with you on top of me." Billy gave a little half smile at Steve's soft huff of laughter.
The way Billy was laying on his side made his shirt gape open more and this close Steve could see the scars under the ink where the Mindflayer had pierced him, destroying the lower lobes of his lungs, causing nerve damage, kidney damage, fucking up his intestines, and stomach. His drinking had decreased drastically and he'd had to quit smoking. The fact that he'd kept and maintained his strength and muscle mass after everything without the need of intensive physical therapy, plus a few extras- well, that was Upside-Down bullshit and not something Steve wanted to think about right now.
Yeah, Billy could understand how shitty chronic pain was.
Billy talked to him quietly as they waited for the meds to kick in. It was a good distraction as Steve unwound himself bit by bit and breathing became easier.
"Hey," Billy's smile curled into something that instantly made Steve suspicious. "How about you let me give you a massage, princess. Driving home all tight like that would be hell. Let me work you loose."
Like either of them had any plans of Steve sleeping anywhere but at the hotel tonight, sex or not. He knew Billy wouldn't let him get behind a wheel like this anymore than Steve would let him.
But that didn't mean Steve couldn't tease him right back.
"A massage does sound nice." Steve smirked, already thinking of the ways he could turn this to his advantage. "But that hydro might make me too tired to drive if I wait much longer."
"Stay here then. Besides, baby, it's cold outside. I'll give you the bed. Be a perfect gentleman, promise." Billy offered smoothly.
'Until you tell me not to be,' hung in the air.
Steve laughed. "Did you just quote 'Baby, It's Cold Outside' to me?" The winter holidays were close, so the song was everywhere.
"Did it work?" Billy grinned.
"Damn, but it did. Yes, Mr. Hargrove, I'll stay the night if you'll behave." Steve batted his eyelashes at him and then laughed. He winced when his back twinged with soreness at the sudden movement. Maybe that massage really was a good idea.
Billy seemed to notice and patted Steve's shoulder. "Get comfortable, princess, I'll grab the oil."
"Oil?" Steve ignored the squeak in his voice, but Billy was already gone to the bathroom.
Steve pulled off his sweater, though the movement pulled at his back and stomach, and he had to pause. When he got his breath back, he hesitated only for a second before getting rid of the rest of his clothes, including his underwear. He kept the necklace on.
His scent was thick in the air without clothes dampening the glands. His glands were still weeping a little from before. He massaged them a bit to encourage them to open up more before pulling back the blanket and laying on his stomach. He covered himself from the waist down and waited.
Despite lying face down, he knew when Billy came back by the audible inhale he gave at Steve's scent. Steve smiled into his arms. Another point to him.
"Billy?"
"I'm here, princess. Had to find the oil in my bag." The oil that Billy just happened to have packed when he planned on meeting Steve. Right.
Instead of coming straight to the bed, Billy placed the radio he'd brought from the kitchen at some point on a bedside table. "Thought it might help relax you." The smile Billy threw him was anything but relaxing.
The bed dipped and Steve stiffened in more than one way when he realized Billy was straddling his thighs, putting his groin right against- Oh. Oh Steve did not think this through.
Here come the woman
With the look in her eye
Raised on leather
With flesh on her mind
At least he could hide his face so Billy couldn't see him bite his lip. Despite the thick blanket between them, Steve could feel Billy’s heat. It radiated from him, adding the Alpha’s scent to the air, mixing with his own. The pop of a cap was as loud as a firecracker, sending shivers down his spine as he heard the first slick splurts fall into Billy’s fist.
Words as weapons
Sharper than knives
Makes you wonder how the other half die
How the other half die
Makes you wonder, wonder, wonder
There was a soft sound and then two large hands were massaging his back in wide gentle circles. The oil became warmer the longer Billy rubbed it in.
"Let me know if I get too close to a bad spot, yeah?" Billy prodded him. Steve just hummed an agreement.
After a little time making sure Steve was well coated, Billy pressed down firmly. Steve let out a quiet grunt but didn't say anything. Thumbs pressed down along Steve's spine, both a little painful and so good.
Here come the man with the look in his eye
Fed on nothing but full of pride
Look at them go, look at them kick
Makes you wonder how the other half live
Billy was perfect at telling what places were good and bad to touch, what pressure was too much and just right. Steve was pretty sure he was drifting and half asleep when he felt Billy's hands move down.
Steve had completely forgotten why they were there in the first place until two very warm reminders were pushing the blanket down and kneading the muscles of his ass and thighs. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Devil inside
The devil inside
Every single one of us
The devil inside
Those strong hands went further down, digging his thumbs into Steve’s calves. Steve couldn't help but groan. He hadn't known how tense he'd been until now.
Once Steve had gone all limp again, Billy moved his hands back up to his ass in one smooth glide. Steve could feel him pressing and rubbing along his hips, long fingers reaching just far enough to drag the tips over his groin, then pulling back to massage his inner thighs. Steve let out a whine as Billy's thumbs dragged along the crease of his ass, lower, parting him for a clear line of sight from his ass to his cunt. He knew he was wet, knew Billy could see him, smell him. The glands on his thighs were leaking enough that even Steve could smell himself. He could smell Billy.
Billy, who was pulling his fucking hands away to resume the massage and Steve fucking broke, okay?
Devil inside
Every single one of us
The devil inside
"Please!" Steve felt him pause.
Billy leaned down to purr something soothing in his ear. "Mmm? You want something?"
"Just- Gods, damnit, please just do something." Steve begged. Dignity? Never met her.
"Please what, princess? Gotta be clear. Consent and all that." Billy pressed a kiss just below his ear, just above his mating gland.
"GOD- Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me damnit, or I'll do it myself and you'll just have to watch." Steve threatened. It was an empty one, Steve hadn't brought any of his toys with him, so he'd come but he'd still be a little frustrated after. He'd still do it though if just to prove a damn point, if it came to that, but he'd really rather not. He'd rather knot. He'd have to tell that one to Robin later.
He'd much rather flip Billy onto his back and fuck himself stupid on that fucking apparently useless alpha cock until Hargrove begged him. It would be fun, really, but Steve was a pillow princess at heart and he'd come here to be spoiled, damnit.
"As you wish," Billy grinned as he kissed and nipped Steve's neck, teasing his mating gland with that fucking tongue until Steve's brain went a little mush again.
Then Billy disappeared and, before Steve could protest, he reappeared.
Steve peered over his shoulder and saw Billy opening a familiar packet. Steve felt pleased at how prepared the alpha was. Billy pulled out something that looked like a wide purple bandage. Steve craned his neck a bit so Billy could smooth it over his mating gland.
Gland dams, a wonderful invention made back when omega nurses in the first world war needed to protect their mating glands, suppress their scents, and a dozen other secondary sexist reasons, each worse than the last. These were a lot better than the old ones though.
This particular one was purple, which meant it was breathable, which meant a partner could still smell and taste. But the purple ones could also occasionally tear if you were too rough with them, so he was even more pleased to see Billy putting on a fang guard. A bit of thin but solid silicone that fits over the upper and lower fangs.
But what surprised Steve was that Billy was removing his clothes and he hadn't seen any condoms yet.
When Billy got back on the bed, Steve protested. "Hey! You need-"
"I'm shooting blanks, we're good." Billy assured him. "Had a scare with a girl a couple years ago, got clipped to make sure it didn't happen again. I'm clean too. Got checked and I haven't fucked anybody since we started this." He kissed Steve's shoulder. "We okay?"
Steve relaxed. "Yeah, we're good." He squeezed one of Billy's hands, discovering a patch of pale skin on a finger. He'd removed his ring.
Steve was actually even more eager, if that had even been possible. It'd been a long time since he'd last had anyone in him raw, possibly not since early in his junior year in high school even, before Nancy. Definitely at a party. Halloween? Yeah, Kyle. He'd been wearing that kilt like he did every year. How was Kyle doing? He should ask Tina next time he sees her.
Billy leaned back a bit, pulling Steve up onto his knees and into the present, so he could spread him open. "Fuck, where to start, sweetheart." Steve moaned when he felt a tongue pry open his cunt, licking down until he could give Steve's pretty thick cock a messy suck. "Shit, I hope you give me another chance to taste you later. I could fucking eat every bit of you for hours on the dinner table." Another, longer, messier suck that had Steve going cross eyed.
"Fuck, fuck," Steve panted.
"Which hole, princess?" Billy teased. He licked up, up, until his tongue dragged flat over his ass, sucked on his rim like he was giving him the dirtiest fucking french kiss. "Can do both, but I'm going in raw, so I'll need to start with this pretty part right here unless I wash my dick in between. But I can only knot one hole tonight." He kissed Steve's front hole.
"Shit, fuck, damn, uh," Steve was definitely going to have Billy more than once. They'd barely started and he knew once wouldn't be enough. Fuck. "I want you to knot my cunt."
"As you wish, princess." Billy kissed the back of his neck. "Normally I can go way more than one round, but the way I'm planning to fuck you, I'll save that for in the morning."
Morning? Was Steve's only thought before Billy's face was back between his legs. Gods. At this rate, Steve was going to come way too soon. There was a new song playing, but this time it was one he wasn't that familiar with. Well, he certainly had a reason to remember it from now on.
Out of touch, out of reach, yeah
You could try to get closer to me
I'm in love, I'm in deep, yeah
Hypnotized, I'm shakin' to my knees
Steve bit his pillow to hold back an embarrassing noise. He liked being loud in bed, but he was going to make Billy work for it.
"Fuck, you taste sweet," Billy growled. "Want to eat you until you run dry and walk around with your taste in my mouth all day. Taste like fucking apples and dessert. Hey, sweetheart, you like cream pie?" He pulled back so he could lick along Steve's neck. "Cause I'm going to fucking give you one. Been thinking about how you'd taste with my cum in you, gonna bury my face in it and then feed us to you on my tongue."
I gotta know tonight
If you're alone tonight
Can't stop this feelin'
Can't stop this fire
Steve should think Billy's talk was ridiculous and corny, but the growl in his voice and knowing Billy meant every word- fuck, he wanted it. He whimpered into his pillow and arched his back, hoping Billy would get the picture and hurry it up.
Oh, I get hysterical, hysteria
Oh, can you feel it? (Oh, can you feel it?)
Do you believe it? (Do you believe it?)
It's such a magical mysteria
Instead, Billy started kissing the back of his neck, hands coming up to smooth past Steve's cock and over his belly to palm his chest. Billy rubbed and squeezed, pulling at his nipples like he might get milk from him right then. Steve hissed, but it felt so good. He loved having them played with.
When you get that feelin' (when you get that feelin')
Better start believin' (better start believin')
'Cause it's a miracle
Oh, say you will, ooh babe
Hysteria when you're near
"I wanna see these full one day," Billy whispered in his ear, never stopping his hands movements. "Wanna see you round with my pups. Fuck, you'll be a pretty Mama. Know you'll love it, love our pups, stay with me. Never wanted a family until you." Those last words were said the softest and Steve opened his mouth, whimpering freely at them until little omegan chirps poured out.
The words were a pretty big thing to drop on him if Billy was being honest and not just getting carried away with the dirty talk, but that was a freak out Steve could deal with later. Or maybe not freak out. He- it- fuck it, it could wait.
Out of me, into you, yeah
You can't hide, it's just a one-way street
Oh, I believe I'm in you, yeah
Open wide, that's right
Dream me off my feet
Oh, believe in me
Another kiss just over his mating glands and Billy moved back, his hands pulling Steve open again. He pressed his middle finger in first, slow like it was Steve's first time. His fingers were thick, but alone it barely did anything, just made the omega clench so tight it hurt. If anything it made him tighter instead of opening him up. Billy chuckled and Steve knew he'd done it on purpose. He tried to push his hips back on it anyway, he needed more.
But Billy's free hand came down lightly on his ass. Just the shock of it made Steve spurt precum on the blanket beneath him with a sucked in gasp. "Fuck, oh fuck," Steve whimpered.
I gotta know tonight
If you're alone tonight
Can't stop this feeling
Can't stop this fire
"Be good for me, princess, and I'll be real good to you." Billy purred a sweet rumble as he kissed Steve's shoulder. His finger hadn't stopped moving the entire time, pressed in deep and pulled out slow. It curled and Steve groaned, the finger pressing right up against his g-spot. "See, I can be nice too."
It was so good, but then the finger was gone and Steve growled. It wasn't a deep sound like an Alpha’s, or smooth like a Beta's, but the higher noise was its own kind of threatening. If Steve didn't get something in him, there would be a reckoning.
Oh, I get hysterical, hysteria
Oh, can you feel it? (Oh, can you feel it?)
Do you believe it? (Do you believe it?)
It's such a magical mysteria
Billy swore at the sound, his words turning almost desperate. "I'm going, beautiful, I'm going."
Two fingers pressed inside, just as gently as before, but as much as Steve had tightened up, they felt so good, stretching him just ever so slightly. Billy moved faster this time, rubbing against that soft swollen spot until it had Steve melting for him.
"There we go, sweetheart. See, that's good, yeah?" Billy kissed over his neck, sucking bruises into every inch of skin he could reach. "I've got you. Gonna take my time, warm you up good."
Steve was frustrated, but he liked how dedicated Billy was to foreplay. Rough sex was something Steve loved, but it was a nice change of pace to be taken care of like this too. With Billy's delicious scent surrounding him and melding with his own, it made Steve feel like he was something sweet melting on that wicked tongue.
When you get that feelin' (when you get that feelin')
Better start believin' (better start believin')
'Cause it's a miracle
Oh, say you will, ooh babe
Hysteria when you're near'
Billy pushed deeper and ground his knuckles over the very sensitive nerves just on the inside of his hole. They were the ones that would melt Steve's brain once Billy got his knot inside of him, would instinctively squeeze down tight and refuse to let go until the alpha had served his purpose.
C'mon
"Gotta loosen you up good, sweetheart," Billy purred, the sound softer and more soothing. "Don't wanna hurt you."
Steve doubted he would. Billy was fucking hung, but he'd taken bigger things just to challenge himself. Steve knew what he could handle. "Can take it. Please?" He whined.
"Oh, I'm not talking about my cock, baby, but you'll see." Billy tilted Steve's head back a bit so he could kiss him. "Mmm, sweet sugar and spice. Fuck, I'm addicted to you, baby."
I gotta know tonight
If you're alone tonight
Can't stop this feeling
Can't stop this fire
Another finger joined and Steve sighed into another kiss. Billy was scissoring his fingers, dragging them along his inner walls, coaxing and keeping Steve overflowing with slick. A fourth finger joined, making Steve whine. But then Billy was working in his thumb, fingers pressed tight together as he opened him up.
"Fuck, fuck, Billy, are you gonna fuck me or fist me?" Steve panted as Billy's never stopped, his movements slow and single minded. His other hand snaked up again to thumb and pinch Steve's nipples.
"Gonna do both, baby. Just relax, let me in." Billy cooed softly to him in a way that didn't match the half of a hand pressing inside of his cunt. "I know what I'm doing, I got you."
Steve took deep breaths. There was no pain, Billy was being too careful and thorough in taking him apart for there to be any pain. But it was intense. He'd only done this to himself a few times and every time it had been his ass.
A few long minutes of intense pressure that was slowly breaking Steve's brain and the rest of Billy's hand slipped in. Then he unfurled his hand, pressing, feeling around, and Steve fell apart. He came hard enough to cry as he clawed at the sheets.
Oh, I get hysterical, hysteria
Oh, can you feel it? (Oh, can you feel it?)
Do you believe it? (Do you believe it?)
It's such a magical mysteria
When he came back down, Billy was nuzzling his cheek, licking at his tears. "I've got you, I've got you, beautiful."
Steve mewled and oh fuck, Billy's hand was still inside of him. He gave the smallest squeeze around it and shuddered. This was a feeling he could easily get addicted too. It was definitely something he wanted to try again. It was like a knot, but it moved.
Billy reached under him and started stroking Steve's cock, his hand wet and going tight around the base, coaxing it to pop for him as he kept moving his fucking hand inside. The constant stretch and feeling, Steve swore it was making his brain drip out of his ears.
When you get that feelin' (when you get that feelin')
Better start believin' (better start believin')
'Cause it's a miracle
Oh, say you will, ooh babe (oh, can you feel it?)
Ooh, babe (do you believe it?)
Billy twisted his wrist and that was it. Steve was coming again and this time it was enough to make his knot pop in Billy's other fist. The feeling of fullness inside of him and the squeeze around his knot made his vision white out. He came back to himself a chirping sobbing mess.
"You're so perfect, baby. So good. I got you, Steve, I got you." Billy was whispering to him over and over again over the wild sounds Steve was making.
Oh, I get hysterical, hysteria
(When you get that feelin') You better believe it
Better start believin' (better start believin')
Steve wasn't sure how long it went on for, but Billy played with him like that for a while. It didn't matter how many times he came, Billy never moved faster, slowed down, or stopped. It was a careful kind of cruel relentlessness that was ruining Steve for anyone else.
"Okay. Okay," Billy repeated. "I think you're ready. You think you're ready for me, princess?" He bit down gently over Steve's mating gland as he ever so slowly pulled his hand out of Steve's wet and ruined hole.
Oh, I get hysterical, hysteria
(When you get that feelin') You better believe it
Steve was gaping, he knew he was, could feel air kissing his inner walls in a way he'd never experienced before. The bed was a mess of slick and seed beneath him from the steady way Billy had milked him. He was a mess and he loved it.
Better start believin' (better start believin')
God, it's a miracle
Steve had to clear his throat twice, his voice wrecked from crying and screaming for so long. "I'm- I'm- ready. Please? Can- can I have it, please? Please, Alpha?" He arched his back again, showing Billy his hole like he needed any direction. Steve's mind was too far gone to be demanding anything anymore. He could only beg like a little bitch and hope Billy took pity.
Oh, say you will, ooh babe
Say you will
Billy groaned above him and leaned down, running his tongue around the stretched rim of the pretty omega's hole. "Yes, Omega, you can have it. Give you everything you want." He kissed him like that, dipping his tongue inside.
Get closer to me
Close to me, baby (oh)
Billy pulled up and there were quick movements, the sound of hastily thrown clothes, and he grabbed for something, tucking it under Steve's hips and then coaxing him down. The softness revealed it to be a pillow. Steve whined in confusion.
"It's okay, I got you, you'll get what you need. I just want you comfortable, sweetheart." Billy assured him until Steve settled under him.
Baby
Closer (closer)
Once Billy was sure Steve was in a relaxed position, there was a click and massage oil was being rubbed into Steve’s back and ass again. It wasn't long, but it helped Steve go all warm and loose again.
Billy must have been satisfied because he finally, finally, pressed himself over Steve. There wasn't an inch of them that wasn't touching. Steve could feel that big cock pressing against his ass, slowly grinding down between his cheeks.
Get closer
Closer to me
The tape stopped and so did Billy's hips, a click signaled he had hit rewind.
Steve chirped and whined for his attention. "Alpha, please. Been good."
Lips pressed to a gland at Steve's throat, licking over it until it produced an even stronger scent. "I know, baby, I know you have. It's okay. You just feel so good."
Steve almost started crying again when he felt the head of Billy's cock catch on his stretched out hole and start to push in. Oh it was good, all smooth slide and only a soft stretch. He didn't know what Billy had been so worried about, he could take more, he wanted more.
"Take me, Alpha, please." Steve tried to rock his hips up to encourage him to fuck him, but he was pressed flat beneath Billy and couldn't move at all. Billy was strong, stronger than he should be. Stupid fucking Mindflayer goo.
"I will, Omega. But I'm going to do it my way." Billy purred soothingly in his ear. "Keep being sweet for me and you'll get what you need."
Steve sobbed as Billy pulled out so just the tip rested inside and then fucked it back in with little thrusts. He did it again and again, never speeding up at all.
"Oh gods," Steve did start crying again.
"Nah, just me, princess." Billy teased. He nipped at the gland behind Steve's ear, licking at it until it was swollen enough to really bite. Steve didn’t quite have an orgasm from it but fuck it was close.
Billy took his sweet time working Steve apart. He wasn't fucking him, not really. This was too slow and deliberate. But it was too- intense to be 'making love' either. Billy was rough, he bit and held him tight enough to bruise. He was just so careful about how he did it. Steve had never experienced anything like it, wasn't sure he could ever live without it after this.
Steve lost track of time again. It all just felt like one long good orgasm, the glow seeping into his bones in a way that had him floating above himself somehow.
Billy kept talking at him, whispering sweet nothings and reassurances. Telling him how long he'd wanted this with him, how much better it was than he'd ever dared dreamed it could be. Steve's cunt fluttered around his cock with every word. His mind felt like it was floating too.
"Getting close, beautiful," Billy finally moaned. Steve thought this was it, Billy was finally going to fuck him until he blacked out and saw the gods.
Instead Billy went slower. Steve lost it, letting out a loud keen, desperate for his Alpha to take, take, take. He'd be kicking and slapping, throwing a full on tantrum if he could.
"Shhhh…" Billy bit down hard over the back of his neck. The sensation of a particular bundle of nerves being pinched made him go limp. Steve felt humiliation fill him. He hadn't been scruffed in all his adult life!
Fuck, it was hot.
"There we are, that's better." He kissed the bite mark.
Billy pushed himself deep, deeper, and Steve could feel the swelling of his knot begin to catch, a good burning stretch that had Steve whimpering, tears dripping down his cheeks freely. This was going to happen the way Billy wanted it to, there was nothing Steve could do about it, and it was its own special kind of hell.
It was the best kind of heaven too.
Steve drooled as the knot finally got stuck, firmly tying them together. Soon, soon he'd be full to bursting with his Alpha’s seed.
But the knot didn't stop after catching inside him. It kept swelling and stretching him. The stretch started to ache even after all the work Billy had put into stretching him out. Steve felt like he was choking on it and he made a soft almost panicked noise. Oh gods, it wasn't stopping, what if it split him in half, fuck-
"Shhh, shhh, it's okay," Billy crooned. "Alpha's got you, baby. It'll be okay. You're going to feel so good." He was purring, loud and deep in his chest, the sound immediately settling something in Steve. It also made where they were so intimately connected vibrate just a bit.
Steve couldn't breathe when he came, he swore his ears rang with the feeling. Nothing even came out this time and his insides fluttered naturally, making him clamp down on the still growing knot, shoving him right into the next orgasm. And the next. And the next. He couldn't stop-
"Breathe." Billy commanded him. "Omega, you will breathe."
He did. Steve took a long shuddering breath.
Huh, he'd almost forgotten Billy could do that. It was a rare skill among alphas these days, though most had it to some degree it just didn't usually pack as much of a punch as what Billy managed.
"Out." Billy's voice was still firm, but not commanding now. "Breathe out for me, Steve."
Steve let out the breath. Billy made him take another. He walked Steve through breathing until he could do it on his own without thinking.
The knot stopped swelling.
Steve moved a trembling hand underneath himself to slide over his lower stomach. He could feel it. He could feel Billy’s fucking knot. He'd only ever felt himself bulge around a particularly large cock or when he was fucked full with seed. How big was Billy's knot for it to be like this?! If he'd seen it first, Steve wasn't sure he would've had the guts to go through with it. No wonder he'd fisted him first, Steve could only imagine the tear that could've happened without being so thoroughly prepared for this monster.
It still almost hadn't been enough. A fucking fist almost wasn't enough prep for Billy's knot.
Steve moaned, eyes rolling back when Billy shifted just a bit to get comfortably settled on top of him. When Steve felt almost crushed beneath him, Alpha scent and body heat too much for him to think, that's when Billy struck.
Billy pulled, making Steve scream and then choke, and then ground his knot deeper. His hips slapped into Steve’s ass despite the narrow space, Billy's moans and whispers bleeding together as he started to come.
Even with fang guards, the gland dam tore from Billy's bite. The fang guards held, but Steve’s eyes rolled back at the perfect pain of the bite. He felt Billy's growl reverberate through every inch of his body.
Steve could feel Billy’s first load of seed flood him. Steve opened his mouth to scream but nothing would come out, his voice was shot. It was so much, too much, fuck, fuck. He tried to struggle, probably would've hurt himself from his attempt to pull away, but Billy's weight and grip held him fast.
Billy gave a shaky sigh as he pulled his capped fangs from Steve’s neck to press a kiss over the deep bite. "Omega. Steve."
Steve wanted to respond, cry for his Alpha, but his voice wouldn't cooperate. So instead he purred his answer, weakly at first, but soon it was a full content sound, letting Billy know he was accepting of his claim. It wasn't permanent, not a firm decision or victory, but tonight he was all Billy’s. His Alpha's.
Billy was quiet for a moment before he began to purr as well. Their two sounds melding into something so soothing, Steve couldn't stay awake.
When Steve woke up, he was sure a fair amount of time had passed. But he still felt full.
The low sound of music was playing, familiar lyrics humming pleasantly to his ears once more.
Close the door, leave the cold outside
I don't need nothing when I'm by your side
We got something that'll never die
Our dreams, our pride
Steve looked down, because now they were on their sides, and he almost passed out again. His belly looked like he'd been fully bred by a whole pack of alphas and not just one.
Billy was still purring, the sound keeping Steve calm and content with his fullness rather than horrified. A hand was gently rubbing over his belly, palm wet with what Steve guessed to be more massage oil. From the feel of it, Billy had been massaging him for a while. His stomach didn't ache as badly as before, though the fullness was still very much a present feeling.
"You back with me, princess?" Billy's voice was thick and languid, almost slurred. "Knew you could handle me, baby. You're perfect, my strong Omega." He pressed slow drunken kisses over Steve's shoulders, neck, and cheek. "Been so long since I've tied up. Fuck you smell so good mixed with me."
Steve could smell them now, their scents so strong and thick he felt like he was swallowing it instead of breathing it. Billy was scent drunk and Steve knew he'd be there himself soon enough.
"What-" Steve's voice cracked but he found a bottle of water pressed to his lips. He drank greedily until it was almost empty. He almost regretted it after, the fullness of his belly pressing tight against his bladder and he squirmed from it. Billy nipped his capped fangs at his nape, threatening to scruff him again until he settled back down.
My heart beats like a drum (all night)
Flesh to flesh, one to one (and it's alright)
And I'll never let go cause
There's something I know deep inside
"What do you mean?" He was just barely able to talk, his voice full of gravel. "You haven't tied up?"
Billy licked his cheek, stroking his hair out of his face, still rubbing his belly in slow circles to soothe. He was grooming Steve.
You were born to be my baby
And baby, I was made to be your man
"Said what I said. I fuck plenty, just don't knot my partners that much, you can tell why." He gave a little thrust, making Steve go cross-eyed with minimal effort. "You got good wide hips, even for an omega. One of the first things I noticed about you. King Steve. You weren't some blushing little thing, knew what you wanted, what you could take. Liked that. Knew you'd be able to take me. Then ya ignored me, princess. Was the biggest baddest alpha in that shithole and you didn't give a fuck. You had your own strength, still do. Drove me nuts that I couldn't get you to really look at me."
Steve knew a little about what he was saying. They'd had enough time to hash out their issues in and out of group therapy. Steve knew Billy had problems with needing to be the center of attention that drew from a lack of positive attention growing up, coupled with narcissistic issues he was still struggling with. But this was the first time he'd heard this framed as more being about him than Billy. He'd just written off a lot of Billy's talk as flirting, but had Billy really wanted him that bad right from the beginning? That long?
But then why had Billy waited three whole years with Eddie to make a move?
It was too many heavy thoughts for his scent drunk brain to handle right now.
Billy tucked a pillow closer to prop Steve's head up so the omega wouldn't have to crane his neck anymore. Steve chirped in thanks. Billy kissed him.
So hold me close better hang on tight
Buckle up, baby, it's a bumpy ride
We're two kids hitching down the road of life
Our world, our fight
"I fucked it up, like I always did. But you've let me make it up to you. I didn't deserve it, still don't." Billy whispered into Steve’s hair, the damp locks slightly curling. "Keep trying to earn it though. Always going to keep trying."
His hand came up to lightly curl around Steve's throat, thumb rubbing along his bruised mating gland. Another whisper, Steve almost didn't catch it.
"Love you, princess."
Steve's eyes burned a little. He'd cried too much already, he didn't have any more tears to give. But he could give him something else.
If we stand side by side (all night)
There's a chance we'll get by (and it's alright)
And I'll know that you'll be live
In my heart till the day that I die
He reached up and tugged Billy’s face to his with fingers tangled in those blond curls. He felt a little awed that he got to touch that halo now.
"I love you, Billy." Steve said afterwards. Billy let out a painful sound. "I do. I know you still don't feel like you deserve it, but that's not what love is about. And I still need time to think, I don't know if it'll be enough, but- I love you."
We got something to believe in
Even if we don't know where we stand
Billy breathed, a long and hard noise. He kissed Steve again and kept kissing him.
Eventually, they parted and Steve smiled. "So, how much longer until this monster of yours goes down?"
"You've been asleep for three hours, so we should be about a third of the way there." Billy kissed his shoulder.
Only God would know the reasons
But I bet he must have had a plan
"Ex-fucking-scuse you? What the fuck, Hargrove!" Steve stared at him. "Are you saying you knot for nine hours?! I love a good knot more than most, but there's such a thing as too much of a good thing, you know that? Have you seen a fucking doctor?"
Billy cackled.
"Now seriously, how long until this goes down?"
Only raucous laughter met his question.
Cause you were born to be my baby
And baby, I was made to be your man
" Hargrove! "
After much complaining, Billy coaxed Steve back to sleep. They were both still scent drunk and Steve wasn't going anywhere fast until Billy's ridiculous knot went soft.
It wasn't so bad. Steve was fuller than he'd ever been in his life, sure, and his cock kept leaking sad little drops of precum, but he was also warm and extremely comfortable. Billy was attentive and had prepared bottles of water and small snacks for whenever Steve woke up hungry or thirsty, and had carefully rolled them over when Steve had fussed about his left arm going numb.
Steve liked sleeping with Billy. He was pretty sure even if they weren't tied together, Billy would still be close. He wasn't a cuddler, so much as a clinger, Steve decided. Billy held him as tight to him as he could, one hand always buried in his hair and scenting him with his wrist glands.
When the knot finally did go down, Billy produced a plug so Steve could choose to get cleaned out or stay full. Steve chose a happy medium.
They showered together. Steve's skin was so soft after all of the oil from the massage. He kept his arms wrapped around Billy's neck while the alpha pressed his fingers inside Steve's cunt to coax out some of his seed, then dropped to his knees, placing one of Steve's legs over his shoulder and ate him like it was his last fucking meal. Steve wouldn't be surprised if the whole floor heard him.
Once Steve's belly was halfway to normal again but still fairly full, Billy slid the plug into place. Steve kissed Billy's mating gland until the alpha pulled Steve's mouth to his and fed their taste to him. Fuck, they did taste like fucking dessert together.
Billy tipped Steve's head back to kiss him like he wanted to climb inside and they both moaned. They had something resembling a lazy round two, full of petting and tasting, and they were both left completely satisfied.
Once clean, they came back to the bedspread changed and an early breakfast waiting. Steve spared a thought to make sure the maid got a very nice tip. They fed and curled around each other, basking in the lingering afterglow until they both fell back asleep.
Steve's pager went off at one point, one of his pups needed a ride, and he reluctantly dressed. It was hard to leave, but Billy got a call about some emergency with the current event he was planning, so he needed to go as well anyway. Being an adult sucked sometimes, but looking at Billy as he got dressed, Steve couldn't bring himself to mind.
Damn, what an ass.
"I'll see you?" Billy tried for casual, but Steve could detect hopefulness. Billy had one hell of a poker face, but his eyes always gave him away.
"You'll see me," Steve promised with a kiss to his cheek, something chaste because he wasn't mean enough to start something they wouldn't be able to finish for a while. "Very soon. I promise. Call me tonight, okay?"
"As you wish," Billy grinned.
"Nerd," Steve laughed. "I love you too."
"See you, baby." Billy went over to cut off the radio.
And baby, I was made to be your man.