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Give Me More

January 14th, 1984

Steve was panicking. He paced back and forth through the breakroom of Scoops Ahoy, chewing on his fingernail. Robin peeked through the window that separated the shop from its breakroom and said, "Steve, stop freaking out."

He stopped pacing long enough to stare at her and say, "Easy for you to say. I get turned on when I'm looking at him! It's ridiculous." He then resumed pacing.

Robin rolled her eyes. "Dude, I understand. I had to watch Tammy Thompson change in the locker room and pretend I wasn't gay, which is not easy."

Steve nodded. "Fair point, but when I get turned on , there is a very noticeable reaction," he said while gesturing to his crotch.

Robin put her chin in her hand and leaned against the windowsill. "I guess I am lucky to not be able to pop a boner every time I'm aroused."

"Damn right you are!"

Robin thought more on Steve's predicament as he anxiously paced the floor. Robin snapped her fingers and said, "All you have to do is hide your lower half with the counter. It's foolproof."

Steve, who was a complete idiot, stopped pacing and said to Robin, "You are fucking brilliant."

"Obviously," she replied shamelessly. "What's new?"

Steve drummed his fingers on the table in front of him. "I wonder what time he will be here."

Robin shrugged. How the hell would she know? No one ever knew with Billy. He was as predictable as a squirrel that ingested ecstasy.

"Is now a good time?" A voice from behind Robin said.

Both Robin and Steve jumped but only Steve let out a less than dignified, "Motherfucker!"

Billy laughed. "Jesus, Harrington, I'm not that scary."

Steve turned red, half from embarrassment, half from Billy's pink lips drawn into a smirk. "Fuck you," he said, but with no real force was behind the words.

Robin, who was quite literally caught in the middle, stepped out of the way and said, "Well, I do not want to be third wheel, boys, so I'm going to head out." She gathered her coat and purse and closed the door behind her.

Steve walked out of the breakroom and stood in front of Billy, willing his dick not to pitch a tent. Fuck, that would be embarrassing if it happened... again, Steve thought. At least last time Billy was gone before he could see.

"Was it that obvious we were flirting?" Billy asked, his voice low and slightly raspy. It made Steve shiver involuntarily.

Steve tried to play off his nervousness and shrugged. "Well, you aren't exactly hiding it."

Billy leaded in over the counter, looked up to meet Steve's eyes, and said, "Good," with a raise of his eyebrows.

Steve's tongue did not work, unable to reply. Billy took his silence as an invitation to jump over the counter and lean back against it coolly.

FUCK, Steve thought as he looked up and down Billy's body, his brain not stopping to think he was being extremely obvious about checking the other man out. He looks so hot, Steve thought as he bit his lower lip. Acid wash jeans with his boots and a leather jacket sure looks good on his tanned skin.

"See something you like?" Billy asked, already knowing the answer was a big fat 'yes'.

Steve nodded absentmindedly. "Yeah, I do," Steve said, surprising himself.