If I Stare Too Long

Chapter 14: Like A Heartbeat (Drives You Mad)

The three of them have taken to spending Steve's free days lazing around Steve's pool deck, exchanging kisses under the daze of the summer sun until the heat becomes too blinding, too pressing, and Steve calls it quits to jump into the pool.

It's not a bad way to spend time. Not much different than what they were doing before - just with more blood rushing through Billy's veins. And maybe, somehow, even more, sexual frustration.

Because every time things start to ramp up, Steve inevitably backs off, turning red and flustered, and calls it quits. Which is fine. Billy is happy to give him the time and the space. He knows Eddie is content to wait it out. But now that it's the three of them, Billy and Eddie haven't had much - or any - time alone to temper that heat, that frustration.

Billy's dick might fall off.

This morning, Eddie asked him if anyone's ever died of blue balls before. Billy told him he hoped he was the first.

And all of it is fine, but Billy can't say he's thinking at his clearest. He looks at Steve and he wants. He looks at Eddie and his brain starts to sizzle.

Today's rainy. Drizzly and damp. Instead of finding themselves by Steve's pool, they sprawl out in his room, taking turns slowly smoking a joint.

"Hi?" Steve says after he's passed the joint to Eddie.

Billy's already climbing into his lap. Straddling him where he sits on the floor, back against his bed.

"Hi, yourself," Billy says. "Lemme kiss you."

Because Billy just can't get enough.

Steve smiles up at him, crooked and flattered the way he always seems to look when either of them corners him for a kiss. He tilts his chin up, offering his mouth, eyes going heavy as his gaze falls to the hungry dart of Billy's tongue. Billy feels the tentative touch of Steve's fingers at one of his knees.

Next to them, leaning back against Steve's nightstand, Eddie sits with his legs sprawled out long in front of him. He's watching with dark eyes, dragging on the joint with a slow pull, gaze like a weight as he takes in the sight of them. Billy straddles Steve's lap as Steve eagerly leans up to meet him.

"Chapstick," Steve mumbles, even as Billy dips down enough to tease his lips against Steve's. "I should invest in chapstick."

"Think he'd lick it off of you before it did anything," Eddie says.

He doesn't pass the joint when he's done, but he does move, leaning over to offer the joint to Billy first, then Steve. Letting them each take a hit from his hand.

For whatever reason, that always makes Billy's stomach flip. Turning over on itself like he's dropping from a great height.

"You're part of the problem," Billy huffs, but he's already leaning in and tasting the smoke on Steve's lips in a slow kiss.

And it's so good, the heat that curls up in his belly when he kisses Steve. The comforting way he's just resolved himself to burn, slowly, like flickering coals. Long, steady immolation.

He savors the way the heat turns over low in his stomach, when Steve's teeth nip at his lower lip, like kindling catching flame. He shuffles in closer on his knees, hands going for Steve's face to hold him steady so that he can properly press their mouth together. Steve sighs, dreamy and pleased, at his lips as he presses up into his touch to meet him.

"Well," Eddie drawls. "I suppose you're probably right."

And Billy can't see him, too busy teasing Steve's tongue with his own, practically feeding off of the little, breathy moan Steve makes. He can feel Steve's fingers curl in over his thighs, is distracted by the heat of them enough that he doesn't notice Eddie creeping closer and reaching up to push Billy's curls back from his face– so that he can watch Billy lick his way into Steve's mouth.