Fooled around and fell in love [eng]

Thinking of...

AU: Inspired by Rosalía's song and that double line that appears on Dacre's cheek when he smiles that almost looks like dimples.

It had been a while since Billy had spent more time at Steve's house than at his own, which was why he knew that the back door was always open, that there was a space in the closet for him, that he had a shelf in the young man's bathroom, that Steve had bought his favorite detergent, and that there was always German beer in the fridge.

It was because he stayed almost every night, 6 nights out of 7 a week, that he noticed a particular habit Steve had when he left each morning. The brunet would always approach him from behind as he was about to open the door, caress his stomach and turn him around by pushing him against the door, nuzzle his cheek with his nose, and capture the blond's lips in a kiss that, though it started out calm, was flaring up into an exchange of saliva that bordered on the obscene. Billy felt like he was fucking his mouth with his own every morning. It was so rough, savage, animalistic and caveman-like that it couldn't possibly be described as Steve Harrington, it was so strong that it could only be fury, craving, fear, possession.

And that's when it hit him, it wasn't that Steve was going to miss him in a sexual way for the rest of the day, it was that he wanted to make it clear he was his, Steve couldn't mark him like dogs pissing on him, not like normal people either because they would ask at his house for hickeys and scratches, that's why he kissed him like that, creating longing and fear at the same time, his lips were saying "you can't live without me" and "I'll kill anyone who comes near" at that instant.

-What are you afraid of, Harrington? -he joked one day when their lips parted

-I'm afraid when you go out smiling down the street because everyone can see your little dimples -he whispered against his wet mouth before nuzzling his cheek with his nose -I'm jealous of the air that brushes your hair, of the gold necklace you wear because it can always be around your neck, of the sky and the moon because you like to look at them, even of the water you drink because it wets your lips

Steve outlined the corner of Billy's lips, sighing as if something hurt.

-I think about your gaze all day long and it's like I've got a bullet in my chest

Steve's hands clutched without closing, his fingers clawing at his chest above the fabric, it was a desperate touch that manifested great repression.

-You are so beautiful that I feel threatened by everyone, and although when you are silent you frighten me, and sometimes you are colder than snow, I can't help but feel afraid every time you go out -he gasped as if saying those words would painfully snatch the air from his chest -because I think you will never come back and that if I don't hold you tight, then it will have been my fault...

He lowered his face to meet Steve's eyes, who had hidden in his neck, he dug his fingers into his brown hair and lifted it gently so that his gaze was reciprocated, when their eyes met it was as if sparks flew, Billy crashed his mouth against Steve's with the same brutality that he did every morning, he grabbed him by the thighs lifting him up, the brunet wrapped his legs around his opponent's hips, and Billy made love to him right there against the street door, marking his neck, letting Steve mark his as much as he wanted, and whispered in his ear how much he loved him and vowed to always come back.

-They'll have to kill me to stop it -he assured him -I'm never leaving you, princessAnd Steve believed him, but he still kissed him every day as if he wanted to melt into him, and told him again and again how much he envied and hated the world, how jealous he was of the universe, because Billy wasn't just for his eyes. Billy will never confess it, but his legs tremble every time Steve repeats to him that "I'm afraid when you go out smiling down the street because everyone can see the little dimples you have", and without wanting to, he smiles even more.