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Come On Mama
It is the wee hours of the morning, the sun barely risen overhead when banging on the front door has Steve tumbling out of bed and down stairs. He groans as he opens the door, blinking blurry eyes at Billy Hargrove standing in his doorway with a bouquet of flowers. Roses and baby's breath wrapped in a thin shell of pink cellophane, tied with a white ribbon.
"What are you doing here?" Steve grumbles. He is excited to see Billy, always is but it is too early for whatever this is.
"Came to see my favorite mom." Billy motions up and down with the bouquet of flowers. They are pretty, well the roses are really pretty too bad all he can smell is the nasty baby's breath.
"Fuck you." Steve says even if he is pleased to see Billy he is not going to just let that side without at least a little protest. Just because he occasionally gives the kids rides and lets them sneak movies they definitely should not have and use his discount, Billy likes to jokingly call him a mom.
"Let me in and we'll see." Billy waggles his eyebrows already pushing past Steve to let himself in.
"Who'd you steal those from?" Steve closes the door and follows Billy toward the kitchen biting his tongue about the shoes he is still wearing. That will just make Billy feel validated to call him mom again.
Billy pauses in the doorway and turns just enough to smirk at Steve, "Wheeler's front porch." Porch comes out on a cackle as Billy proceeds into the kitchen.
"Classy." Steve snorts ever since Karen hit on him at the pool Billy has been a menace to all of the Wheelers.
"If you don't want them I'll toss them in the bin." Billy threatens holding the bouquet over the trash can.
"No, no I didn't say that." Steve says quickly before Billy can drop them, there is three week old lasagna in there from finally cleaning out the fridge. If Billy dumps the flowers there will be no saving them. "They'll liven the place up a bit." Steve tries for nonchalant. He actually really likes flowers, something Billy is aware of. "Just dump the baby's breath, that shit stinks." Steve knows Billy feels the same way about the stuff.
Steve pulls down an old Tiffany's vase his father brought his mother flowers in once. It is covered in a layer of dust. Steve does not clean over the fridge but maybe he should next time cleaning day comes around.
Billy pulls the bouquet apart and dumps the baby's breath and wrappings in the trash while Steve rinses the vase and fills it with some water. He pulls out the kitchen scissors next and cuts three fourths off of each stem before putting them in the vase under Billy’s watchful eye.
"You going to make me breakfast as a thank you mama?" Billy asks with a grin that can be felt as he presses kisses to Steve’s neck, chest against his back.
Steve thinks about elbowing Billy in the stomach for the nickname but it is hard to tell when he has tender spots and Steve does not like accidentally hurting him just for teasing. "Stop calling me mom names and I'll make you french toast." He offers, he is not much for eating first thing but Billy always seems to be hungry and he gets awful sweet when he is nice and full.
"Sure you don't want to play?" Billy drags his mouth along Steve’s neck making him shiver, arms around his waist keeping him where he is wanted. Steve huffs a denial on his lips that is stolen away and replaced with a groan by Billy’s next words. "You can call me daddy."
Billy has always known how to push Steve’s buttons and he always uses that ability liberally. Sometimes to annoy but more often than not these days to get him worked up. "I hate you." Steve grits out, cheeks warm as his cock clubs up.
Billy grins, chortling like a hyena as he kisses Steve's neck once more, "that's right baby, now make daddy breakfast."
Steve rolls his eyes and after a few assessing nudges with his elbow with no signs that there are hidden hurts he elbows Billy just enough to put some space between them. "Fuck you, it's mother's day, if you want to play you can make me breakfast." Billy groans and rubs over the spot as Steve shifts around him and flops into a chair at the rarely used kitchen table.
Steve is expecting backlash but instead he gets leering as Billy saunters to him, boots kicking his feet wider apart. "I got all the breakfast you need right here mama." Billy cups himself through his pants where the material is pulled taunt by his hard on.
Steve sucks in a sharp breath, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. Billy grins and he wants to rebuff him on principle but his mouth is already watering. Billy unzips his pants one handed, pulling his cock out as he drags that bottom lip from Steve’s teeth, thumb rubbing over it. "Come on mama food is going to get cold if you don't eat up fast."
Steve should bite him for the continued use of mama but all he does is slide out of his chair and drop to his knees. He lets Billy get a hand in his hair and feed his cock between his lips. Eyes falling closed as pre slides down his throat and Billy groans over him.
"Happy mother's day mama." Steve pinches Billy’s thigh for it and glares up at him through his eyelashes. Billy laughs and snaps his hips forward, making Steve breath heavily through his nose and swallow around him. His eyes fall shut sinking into the feeling as Billy fucks his mouth. All in all not a bad way to spend mother's day.
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