Billy Hargrove Imagines

Fantasy *Smut*

Billy had been rounding the pool when you waved and got up from the plastic sunbed you had been lounging on. He went to wave back until you looked past him. "Steve? You said it was an emergency!" You said as you hurried past Billy. He didn't hear what else the two of you said as you put your clothes on over your swimming costume, walking or rather hopping along and out of sight.

He couldn't help but feel a swell of jealousy. You hadn't even said hello. It wasn't as if the two of you were best friends but you'd hang out together. A jingled clunk drew his attention. A few steps away he spotted your keys. He recognised the bright keychains. Swiping them up he headed to the office.

"I'm done with my shift. You got the new rota ready?" Billy asked. He was fiddling with one of the little plastic cherry shrinky dink keychain on your keys as he spoke.

"Um. No, I don't have anything yet. Just come in Monday morning, the usual time." Adam said without looking away from the small Tv on his desk. Billy sighed and nodded, heading to the showers. He washed the chlorine off his skin, wondering what you'd rushed off for. He started his shift at nine. You'd shown up at half past and read through a magazine. He hadn't been watching on purpose. It wasn't his fault you caught his eyes. But you'd worn the little number, warm colours and white floral patterns. He couldn't help but watch you walking round the pool to your seat. Watching you strip down to your swimming costume was now burned into his mind. He dried himself, putting his jeans on and a shirt, not bothering to button it.

"Fine. I'm done. I'll be in on Monday." Billy muttered as he went back to the office. He ignored the girl at the desk, eyeing him as if she hoped he'd take her home now his shift was over. He started to head out to his car. But turned back and said to the girl on the desk that he had your keys, you knew who he was and that you could swing by his place for your keys. He drove home, tense. He was always tense when he saw you. It wasn't your fault. He wanted to touch and taste you. Your skin often looked so soft he couldn't help but daydream about running his finger tips over your arm, your legs, up the small of your back. Billy had to slam on the breaks as he reached the lights and the car in front of him stopped.

He pulled up out front once he got home, stomping up to the house and slamming the door behind him. No one would be home for hours. He went to the fridge, fishing out one of his beers. He needed to get more. Dawdling to his room he put the radio on, shutting his curtains. He closed his eyes as he drank. His imagination started to pull his attention away from the radio and replaying the sight of you undressing. But this time it continued, the strings of your swimming costume slowly being pulled away as he got to watch. His breath started to speed up his hand that wasn't clutching his beer fiddled with his belt buckle. The phone ringing made his eyes snap open. His entire fantasy was gone in a second. Setting his drink down he rummaged through the stuff he'd left in front of his mirror, looking for a cigarette. He didn't plan on answering the phone. The phone cut off and after a few minutes it rang again.

"Come on! Leave me alone!" Billy yelled to the phone as he found a cigarette in a half empty packet. Lighting it with a lighter that was on top of his stereo. The phone finally stopped and Billy let out a sigh. "Finally."

Billy moved back in front of the mirror. Looking himself over. He smiled and ran a hand down his chest. Then he frowned. He'd even tried swimming with you and you hadn't tried anything with him. He looked this good and you didn't want him. A song he liked came on and he reached over to turn it up. He took a deep drag from his cigarette and let it out with a long breath, knocking his head back and watching it fade. His other hand unbuckled his belt, as he pulled his jeans and boxers down a little. He gripped himself firmly and gently pumped back and forth. He let out a long satisfied groan as he relaxed. His breath evened out, punctuated by soft gasped groans. His eyes squeezed shut and he imagined your hand taking over for him. That you'd kiss him and pull him close. He heard something faintly in the house but he ignored it. He could hear you saying his name in his head. Softly. A lovely coo of encouragement. His hand moved, picking up pace as he moved his hips, thrusting into his hand as his body relaxed. His eyes eased open so he could watch himself, feeling himself get closer and closer to cumming.

"Billy?" You said loudly over the music. You pushed his door open and saw him standing in the middle of his room, looking at himself in the mirror. Then you saw what he was doing in the reflection and let out a surprised noise. You turned and slammed the door as soon as you realised what was happening.

"(Y/N), wait. Please." Billy said as dumped his half finished cigarette in a dirty ashtray and hurried after you. He was fixing his jeans as he hurried out after you.

"I'm so sorry. They said at the desk that you had my keys and normally when your car is the only one outside you say to just let myself in." You explained without looking at him.

"Yeah. I've got them." He said as he hurried to get them. He handed them to you when he returned.

"Thanks." You said awkwardly.

"You're acting like I'm the first guy you've ever seen jerking off." Billy muttered as he tried to lighten the mood.

"So what if you are?" You asked, swallowing your nerves and looking up at him finally.

"Depends on whether you liked what you saw." He was grinning at you now, leaning on the doorframe of the living room that led to the hall.

"Maybe I didn't see anything." You lied and he laughed.

"You saw. I heard your squeal over the music. Maybe you should watch me finish up. We could come up with something to help me finish." Billy was still giving you an amused grin. You frowned at him.

"I don't want to know what horny concoction that your brain cooks up Billy." You said quickly. He shrugged and pushed himself up off the doorframe, stepping closer to you so he could lean in and say in your ear.

"You're who I think about when I masturbate." His voice was low. It sent a shiver through you.

"Me?" You tried to sound dismissive and confident. You sounded a little intrigued and pulled in. He hummed and nodded.

"Yeah, you. Who do you think about when you masturbate?" He watched you intensely, still close and in your personal space.

"I don't... masturbate." You lied. Billy pulled away and frowned at you. He looked a little confused. It was a sweet look on Billy's face. If you were honest, it was a look you were used to.

"You don't... How do you relax? What do you do when you get all pent up?" Billy asked. He looked a little concerned now.

"I see a movie or take a nap... I think. I've never thought about it before." You said honestly. Billy blinked a few times as if you'd blown his mind.

"What?" He said as he stared at you. He shook his head and grabbed your arm, dragging you to his room.

"Billy!" You scolded him. He made you sit on the end of your bed.
"You've never... like ever?" He asked.

"Why would I masturbate when I could just hook up with someone?" You asked him. He pulled a face and gestured in the air as he thought.

"Because it's fun, it feels good you can imagine anything you want to happen." Billy answered quickly. He flopped down on his bed next to the spot that you'd perched on. "I know you do."

"I do what?" You asked him. When you looked at him sprawled back on his bed you saw the grin on his face, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he watched you.

"You masturbate. You just don't want to tell me who you think about when you masturbate." Billy insisted. You rolled your eyes and a shy smile slipped itself over your face. "I knew it! Who do you think about?"

"I'm not talking to you about it Billy." You muttered.

"Come on, you just literally saw me with my pants around my ankles jerking off. It's only fair if you tell me." Billy said quickly. You stayed quiet and he shrugged. "Well if you wont tell me you should leave so I can finish... unless you want to help."

"Help?" You were trying not to get pulled in but he had a way of getting you to engage.

"Sure. you could give me something to think about." He said. You watched as he unbuttoned his jeans, slowly, giving you time to leave if you wanted.