Harringrove sleepover + high truth or dare

First high sleepover

steve takes the joint billy has handed to him, taking a long hit before passing it back.

"we should do something," he comments. he's laying on the floor, staring up at billy's ceiling. billy sits on the couch in front of his fireplace, puffing on the joint.

it's neil and susan's wedding anniversary, so they're both out of town for the weekend. this is actually the first time steve's ever been allowed to see the inside of billy's house. he was surprised when billy had called at all, asking if he was down to come smoke.

kind of a stupid question, really. steve is always down smoke.

"well. what do you suggest, stevie boy?" billy asks. he's sprawled out on the couch, one arm slung over the side.

steve plucks the joint from his fingertips, bringing it to his lips and breathing in deep. "hm. we could play a game?"

billy laughs a little, sitting up to peer at him over the side of the couch. "are we fuckin' six years old, harrington?"

"truth or dare is always fun. it's a game for all ages."

the look billy gives him is a mixture of judgmental, and considering. he finally shrugs, taking the joint from steve's outstretched hand.

it's starting to get late, and neil hadn't felt the need to keep the heat up very high while they're gone, even if it's the dead of winter. so billy shuffles around, moving the couch and getting a fire going. by the time they make themselves comfortable at opposite ends of the couch, the joint is finished.

steve is comfortably warm and high. he burrows deeper into the couch cushions, shooting billy an appreciative smile.

"you go first, i guess," billy says after a moment.

he's lounging casually at the other end of the couch. the fire casts a soft orange glow over billy's skin, making him look even more warm and inviting. steve clears his throat, looking away quickly.

"okay. truth or dare?" steve starts, still staring at the fire.

"hm. i'll go with truth."

steve pauses, thinking for a moment, trying to work his way through the high, fuzzy state of his brain for a reasonable question. there's a lot of things steve wants to ask, but none of them would be appropriate, exactly. so he settles on something safe.

"what's your biggest pet peeve?" he asks, finally pulling his eyes back to billy. he finds the other boy staring right back, unbothered.

"loud breathers," billy says easily. "my turn. truth or dare?"

"loud breathers?" steve repeats, huffing out a laugh. "interesting. okay, i guess i'll go with truth, too."

"do you currently have a crush on anyone?" billy asks, almost immediately. he has an unreadable look on his face. steve feels himself flush.

"um. yes?" he answers after a beat, his gaze flickering back over to the fire. "okay, back to you. truth or dare."

billy disregards his question, simply asking, "who?"

"that's not how it works," steve argues, rolling his eyes. deflecting hard. "truth. or dare?"

"fine," billy complains, making a face. "i'll go with truth again."

"what's your guilty pleasure?"

again, billy answers without missing a beat. "strawberry ice cream. you again, pretty boy. truth or dare."

"well," steve says, giving billy a knowing look. "since i know you're going to ask me who my crush is, i'm going with dare."

"fine by me. i dare you to tell me who your crush is."