Dangerously Addictive | Harringrove

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His stupid pretty face. Steve thought as he "discreetly" looked at the dirty blond sitting beside him. Steve observed Billy more then he realized throughout the days. He saw the pinch of grey in his potent blue eyes, the way his face would twitch when he was pissed off, and most of all, the stupid but captivating smirk he'd give. But today, the way Billy was dressed made him feel all tingly on the inside.

He was wearing a red/maroon button down that had most of the buttons down with a silver necklace. He was wearing a silver nose ring too. His black jeans were a little too tight in some places, making Steve stare even harder as the blonde walked. And the best part of all, his face. His hair was curly, strands falling in front of his face, his eyes with heavy bags under them.
He looked...hot.

I wonder what his face looks like when- Steve began to think.

"Hey Harrington, take a picture it'll last longer." Billy stared at him with a cocky grin, lightly tilting his head to the side. Steve scoffed and looked away. "Again with the overused comebacks? Where'd you get that one? Your little sister?"

No, Steve knew Max wouldn't ever help Billy out with something like that. She had high standards, especially when it came to him.

Billy's eye twitched a bit as he averted his gaze from the brunette. He began to mutter something incomprehensible under his breath.

"Billy and Steve. Pay attention, im not going to ask again." The teacher scolded, staring the two down.

The day passed slow for Steve.  He only had three classes with Billy a day but he couldn't get the guy out of his mind. He'd felt this way since, honestly, when he first met Billy. Not when Billy beat him to a pulp in that freak Byers' house, but when they were playing basketball during P.E.

Ever since then, things have been weird. It was probably because Billy was out to get Steve's social role and steal all his "friends is what he liked to believe but deep down, he knew it was because of what happened that same day when they were alone in the gym.

Steve thought about it a lot. Like a LOT. When he woke up-when he drove to school-when he saw Billy-when he played basketball with Billy- when they showered together-it goes on.

And in fact, Steve was thinking about it right now as he sat in geometry class.

FLASHBACK

"I told you. Plant your goddamn feet!" Billy shouted and aggressively shoved Steve to the ground. Steve was about damn through with the way this asshole was treating him. C'mon, Brian or Bob or whatever the hell his name was was being a little obnoxious.

Steve stood up and pushed the boy back. "Aye, fuck you man." He said. Billy grinned and flicked his tongue over his teeth before walking. "Woah Harrington, that one hurt." He made a fake pouty face and walked closer to Steve, practically pinning him to the wall.

"What the hell is your problem?" Steve questioned. His brown eyes intertwining with Billy's blue. Anger coursing through his veins, he picked up his right fist and punched the blonde across the face.

Billy's face shook violently as he covered his right cheek with his hand to stop the blood, it pooling out of his nose. He grinned even more. "Ooh, hit me again pretty boy, but this time make it harder." Steve could swear his jaw dropped to the floor.

"Your enjoying this you sick fuck!?" Steve growled as he gripped Billy's shirt collar, and subconsciously drew them even closer, only inches separating the two. "You have no idea Harrington." Billy whispered, smirking. They sat there in tense silence before Billy looked the brunette up and down, and slowly bit his lip seductively. Steve could feel his cheeks flush red and his pants grow tight before he pulled Billy in and crashed his lips onto the blondes roughly.

His mouth..it's so good and feels so right. Steve thought. More, I want more. He pulled Billy even closer, placing his hands on the boy's waist, and moved his leg in between the blondes. He could hear Billy groan in the kiss as Steve began to rub the two together, creating friction. When they ended the kiss-a trail of spit was there. Steve wiped his mouth as he smiled, cheeks tinted. The way Billy's faced looked made his pants even tighter.

He was panting, his eyes looking straight at Steve's, his cheeks red and his shirt all ruffled. The bruise and blood on his face stained, and his hair messy with strands all over his face. The scariest bastard in Hawkins High was in such a submissive place right now looking like he wanted to be fucked all night long, and Steve would be lying if he said he didn't want to take advantage of that.

"Steve?" A feminine voice called out, echoing. Steve realized it was Nancy and panicked. "Don't say a fucking word about this, blondie." Steve ordered, and Billy smiled. "Will do, Stevie boy." He flirted. Steve smirked.

He heard the noise of Nancy's heels come closer and he bolted out to her. Billy could hear his voice trail out the farther they walked out of the gym. He too wiped his lip, and couldn't hold back a smile. He began to walk outside in the opposite direction of the two.
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END OF FLASHBACK

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