Steve x Billy

Part 3

Steve's POV:
"Yo Steve!!! Get over here, man!" I hear Tommy call me from a group of people standing over his kitchen island. There are seven vodka shots arranged in a line. "Cmon, Steve. Everyone's counting on you." I sigh, grabbing a shot and guzzling it down one after another until there were none left, people cheering my name. "Shit.." I say drowsily. "You good, man?" Tommy asks me. "Yeah, totally." I say, clearly drunk. I turn around leaving the kitchen, and stumbling over something and tripping forward. I feel someone catch me and I sniff the air quickly. Cigarette smoke. I look up at Billy. "Ohhhhhhhh, hey Billy!" I say slowly. He's holding a solo cup in his mouth because his hands are occupied, and dam that's hot. "What else can those hands dooo?" I say, as I take the cup from his mouth, taking a sip. Some of it spills down my chin and Billy scowls. "Fuck off, Harrington." He says, grabbing my arm. "Yooo, take it easy man." He pulls me into a surprisingly uncroweded staircase. Once there is no one in sight, Billy takes his hand wipes the drink that is running down my face. I am surprised. "Wait wait wait.. don't people like say your some heartless douchebag or something??" I say as if I'm tired. He grumbles. He takes me to a random bedroom, and pushes me onto the bed. I chuckle. "You don't waste any time, do you?" I say, as takes off his jacket. "The fuck are you talking about Harrington?" He asks, throwing his jacket down on the floor. "You want to screw me and you know it." He looks alarmed yet revealed. "Just go to sleep, Steve." He says, sitting on the edge of the bed. He takes a sip of his drink. I lay there for nearly an hour. "Billy?" He sighs. "What?" I sit up. "Can you come sit with me?" He stands up and turns around. "Fine." He sits next to me on the bed. I look at him. "Billy?" He sighs loudly. "What now, Steve?" I look at him. After a minute of eye contact i crawled over to him and I got onto his lap, kissing him. He kissed me back, but then suddenly got up off the bed. "Harrington, what the hell?" I smile slightly. "What?" He asks me, looking confused and hot. I come off the bed, and sort of stand up facing him. "You kissed me back." He looks at me. "I.. I did not." I laugh. "You so did." As we go back and forth, he cuts me off, grabbing the collar of my shirt kissing me again. He slams me against a wall, reaching for the door and locking it. I moan slightly at the sudden movement. but fuck, he is so hot. I pull of his shirt. He pulls me onto the bed, and I eagerly let him. Is this really what a wanted when I first saw him? Oh who the hell am I kidding of course it is. He's so ripped. He unbuckles his belt, throwing it to the ground. I pull off my pants revealing only my boxers. He puts his hands through my hair, as I stop kissing him, and get to the edge of the bed. I pull down his pants, and he looks at me. "You sure you wanna do this, Harrington?" I nod, and even though I'm drunk I know this is what I want. I looked at his member through his boxers. "Shit.." He chuckles slightly and grips on to the bed at I start to rub him out. His breathing becomes heavier. I pull down his underwear and start to give him a hand job, my hand moving faster and faster. Billy grips onto the bed sheets harder, and I stop after about five minutes. I take off my pants. I crawl on top of him, and he looks up at me, sweat on his face. I kiss him quickly and than I go over to his dick, and I take a breath and sit on it. Fuck... I moan quietly as I sit on it, and Billy sighs in pleasure. I start to slowly go up and down, as Billy puts his hands on my thigh. I start to go faster, eventually bouncing up in down in a fast pace. Billy grips on to the bed frames, breathing heavily and grunting out of pleasure. I moan on every small motion, feeling Billy start to thrust his hips, too. After 30 minutes, I am moaning super loud, and Billy is squeezing on my thigh. "F-fuck..-" I feel something warm inside of me as Billy starts to slow down. Oh shit. He came in me? "I don't have anything." He says, out of breath. I plop down next to him, and I sigh. "You were right." I look over at him, confused. "What do you mean?" He laughs slightly. "I did want to fuck you." My heart races, though I didn't really realize it, I'm not as drunk as before. Tipsy, might we say. I place my head on Billy's chest and drift to sleep.