Steve x Billy

Part 4

Billy's POV:
I wake up, and I feel a body on me. It better not be fucking dead or I swear. As I look down I'm shocked. Steve?? I thought it was a dream. Wait.. don't tell me we fucked each other. I sigh. I had a lot of fun for the first time in years. I continue to this about this, but then I feel Steve lift his head up. "What.. the.. fuck..." I laugh slightly at the sight of his confusion. "You started this." He sits up and sighs. "What the hell did we do.." I take out a cigarette. "You got drunk, I helped you to a bed, you admitted you wanted to fuck me, and then we did." His face read a sort of joyful shock. "We uh, we did?" I sigh. "Yup. And just to be fair, you weren't that bad. You work well with your hands." His face turns tomato red. I laugh. "Wait so I didn't just dream that?" I roll my eyes. "I said the same thing." He looks up at me. "Wait, so that means I was right after all." I look up. "Huh?" He laughs. "Oh my god I was right!! You did want to fuck me!" My face heats up. "I had a few drinks in me." He smiles. "Truth serum." We look at each other, and he kisses me. I kiss him back, putting my hands on his waist. "Thank god it wasn't a dream.." Steve says quickly. I pull him closer to me. He places his arms around me neck, thrusting his body forward and back. "Shit, your gonna make me hard.." He speeds up. "I know." I kiss him, then stop his thrusting. "Fine. You want this? Come to my place tonight at 8. My step sister will be out until 10 so we can 'watch movies.'" He smiles.
10 hours later
"Max hurry the fuck up." Max comes running out. "What's with the basketball hoop? I thought you were good enough." I glare at her. "Tom F. He's getting good." I start the car. "Oh, so your threatened?" I stop the car. "He's a fag, Max. I'm not threatened by a fag." After I drop her off at the arcade, I go to pick up Steve. He gets in the car, and we start to drive. It's awkward and first but then I place my hand on his thigh, and he bites his lip. We get to my house, and we rush inside. We go into my room, not even caring to close my door. He tugs my shirt off. I give him a bottle of vodka, and he guzzles a lot of it. I drink the remainders of it then I kiss him, and he grinds his body against mine. He knows what he's doing. He wastes no time by pushing me down on the bed, and pulling down my pants. He soon after pulls down his, crawling on to me. He sits on my cock thrusting up and down. He is so good at this..
20 minutes later.
Steve moans loudly, and I put my hand on his thigh as he bounced on me. I hear a faint slam but I thought nothing of it. "Billy what the fuck?" I hear a feminine voice. My little step sister Max looks into my slightly ajar doorway. Steve jumps off of me, and I slam the door shut, locking it. Steve sits on the edge of my bed. "I'm sorry, Steve. I didn't know she was gonna come home." He looks up at me. "It's fine.. It's not like you knew." I sit down next to him. He places his head on my shoulder. I hear Max talking to herself and slam the front door as she leaves. My heart rate slows and I run off to the bathroom quickly. I finish very fast, cleaning myself up and grabbing a pair of boxers and slipping into them. I sit back next to Steve, and he shortly falls asleep. I play with his hair, and hope that Max won't bring it up. I put Steve into my bed around 10 and go to pick up Max, and I put on a button up and jeans really fast. I speed to the arcade, though it's already 15 past. "Your late." Max says, getting in with her skate board in hand. She's silent for a good five minutes. "Billy..?" I scowl. "What?" She sighs. "Are you gay?" I look up from the steering wheel. "What?" She sighs. "You know I saw you with Steve." I sigh. "Shit.. Look Max. It means nothing and we were drunk. It was just a 2 time thing." She gasps "TWO times?? You guys were together before too?" I suck in my cheeks. "Yeah." She breaths deeply "You seemed like you liked him." Now I'm confused. "I haven't seen you treat anybody so gently since De-" I cut her off. "Don't even say her name, Max." She rolls her eyes. "It's been four years. aren't you over the accident?" I slam on the window. "No, you little asshole." She's quiet the rest of the way.