Sunflower || Steve Harrington

Begonia

BEGONIA:
Beware, a Fanciful Nature

There were times when Bowie Rogers questioned exactly what it was he was doing with his life. The dedication he held for his friends, despite not agreeing with them most of the time, was always there.

Basketball was one thing that he could never wrap his head around. Thankfully, they had abandoned it almost completely in his phys ed lessons, but because Steve was the captain of the team, Bowie was often dragged into practice. It wasn't something he enjoyed, particularly, but did it for the benefit of his closest friend.

     Although, he could not say completely that there weren't altering motives involved. Of course, seeing Steve shirtless was a gift in itself, but he rarely went topless when he was competing. What he wasn't expecting, was Billy Hargrove to take the eye of the beholder. 

All of the girls in the school fancied the very tight jeans off him- and Bowie couldn't deny that he was good looking. Only, when he was feeling jealous, and a little bit petty, did he ever think of taking advantage of it. Blonde mullet, cracking body... what wasn't there to adore?

     Bowie fancied himself a stud, to an extent, considering all of the sexual offers he had been receiving (all of which had been turned down). However, his glory was often dimmed by Steve. Everyone was in love with Steve. Everyone including Bowie.

     Billy was loud. He was insufferable in everything that he said, and yet, there was something about him which drew a crowd. Bowie would be damned if he ever missed such a spectacle as him.

     "Alright! Alright, alright!" He dribbled the ball with ease through the other players, pausing as he came to Steve. "King Steve. King Steve, everyone. I like it. Playing tough today."

     It was heart-stopping to watch them face off. Two incredibly handsome teenage boys, both of whom were hot, and sweaty. Bowie was glad he wasn't any good at basketball. No one would pass to him, and he got to watch some of the most intense eye contact between straight boys ever.

     "Jesus!" Steve groaned. "Do you ever stop talking, man? Come on!"

  "What? Afraid the coach is gonna bench you now that I'm here?" Billy teased; and whilst Bowie couldn't be sure, he was almost certain that he flexed his muscles in response. "Huh?"

Then, he bodied Steve completely, making the boy fall to the floor, as he shot a one-pointer. Though, it was an incredible point in itself, the Rogers boy was slightly annoyed with the position his best friend had ended up in. Even if he was unsure about them, and where they were (if there was a chance of romance between them or not), he never wanted to see him hurt.

     Before Bowie could even stand to see if he was okay, Billy offered a hand to Steve. He took it, without a second thought, and whispered.

"You were moving your feet. Plant your feet next time, draw a charge."

And then, he pushed Steve to the floor, marvelling in the sight of his pain. Of course, Bowie was quick over to him, and to check if he was unscathed. Even when there were issues, the Rogers boy was overcome with worry for him. But it was only ever for Steve, if it was anyone else, he would have laughed in the corner.

However, it was Steve, and Steve was not anyone else. He was the best friend Bowie could have asked for.

When practice was over, they were all forced into the locker rooms as always. It wasn't exactly Bowie's favourite part of the day, especially as they were all naked for the majority of the time. He was gay, but he wasn't pervy.