Fun and Games •Harringrove•

Chapter One

Steve opened his eyes, and he already knew that he was more than hungover. He groaned as a sharp pain went through his head, making him slightly wince. He turned over, but instead of sprawling out on his king size bed, he hit a warm person beside him.

His eyes opened wide as he realized he was not alone in his bed. He heard slight snoring and a steady breath and when he turned he was met by a blonde mullet. And he groaned as he realized another girl— a mullet. His eyes widened and if there weren't nerve endings attached to his eyeballs they would probably be on the ground right now. "Oh shit." Steve muttered to himself, wide eyed as he sat up, feeling a sharp pain from his ass and he inhaled sharply. "I had sex with Billy Hargrove."

Steve kept looking at the boy, still in shock. He, Steve Harrington, the straightest person everyone knew in Hawkins, had sex with Billy Hargrove, also the straightest person Hawkins has ever known. Well at least he had thought that.

And Steve couldn't deny that Billy almost looked adorable, laying on his stomach, one hand off the bed and the other under his head and his usually perfect hair was a mess. But only almost.

"The fuck you looking at, Harrington?" Steve startled at the husky voice from the boy, who now turned around looking at the boy. His voice was casual. As if he wasn't laying naked beside Steve. As if he hadn't pounded him last night. "How can you be so calm?! We had—" Steve stopped himself, god he couldn't even say it. "We had Sex, congrats on losing your virginity." Billy said, rolling his eyes as he sat up on the side of the bed and standing up. And Steve couldn't help himself but stare at that ass when Billy pulled up his boxershorts. "Imma be out in a moment, just let me wake up." Billy said as he went on the balcony attached to Steve's room.

He lit up a cigarette, letting the sun hit his tan skin as he stood there in his boxershorts, breathing in the chilly morning air. "How can you be so casual about this?!" Steve asked in an angered voice as he followed suit of Billy, after putting on boxershorts and a hoodie. "We had Sex like—" "Like fags? Yeah, you seemed really into it, Harrington." Billy sighed, already annoyed as he pointed to his back, where long red marks were imprinted. Billy wasn't a morning person and his head was throbbing and Steve didn't make it any better.

"Use that mouth for a better purpose than talking my ear off." Billy said, smirking as he turned around, leaning against the marble railing with a smirk as he saw how flushed Steve got. "Billy, that's disgusting!" "Oh, you didn't say that with your pretty mouth around my cock or when I made you cum three times by only fucking you." Billy said before he flicked his cigarette down into the dirty backyard.

Steve's face was flushed, embarrassment imprinting on his face as he remembered the party from yesterday and he basically threw himself at the Californian boy.

Billy got dressed and Steve just walked downstairs, making himself a coffee and downing 2 aspirins. This was not good.
Steve was straight, he liked women and tits and vaginas. Not dick and this hot piece of man in his room.

He groaned in frustration at his thoughts, sipping his coffee. Soon he heard steps down the stairs. "I had to take a shirt from you, after you ripped mine apart last night." Billy informed Steve as he stood in the hallway. It was unusual seeing Billy not with his chest out, but he didn't mind since he already knew every inch of the boys body, every scar and curve and edge. Well almost everything, his memory still hasn't fully returned.

"No hard feelings. All just fun and games." Billy said, before he left the house and now it was empty, alone and cold. "All fun and games."