Fun and Games •Harringrove•

Chapter Five

"What the fuck happened to you?" Steve said shocked, grabbing his arm and pulling him inside. Steve frowned at the sight of the blonde boy in front of him.

Billy had a cut in his eyebrow, the dried blood went horizontally down his face. His nose had bled and he had a huge bruise forming on his cheekbone. And the most prominent feature was his blond locks, which were cut short.

"Don't worry about it, don't want you to get your pretty head wrapped around it." Billy said and when heard a bunch of voices in living room, he groaned. "Seriously? Again?" Billy said, raising an eyebrow at the boy. "The kids were begging and you know I can't say no." Steve muttered, pulling Billy behind him at his sleeve.

It honestly ruined Steve's mood seeing Billy like this. And somehow it hurt him. With a sigh he sat the boy on the toilet seat, making him face the wall. "First, I'll take care of that messy haircut of yours." Steve said, rummaging through the drawers, getting out a pair of scissors, a comb and hair clippers. "Can't let Hawkins heartthrob run around like a fool, can I?"

It took over an hour for Steve to cut the boys hair, after a lot of arguing that the sides shouldn't be short, but he did it anyway. Now the sides of his blonde hair were short and the top longer, going in waves until the middle of the back of his head. "It's different but you still look good." Steve smiled, proudly at himself for doing such a good job.

Billy stood up, looking at himself. And he had to admit that Steve actually did a good job and he didn't hate the cut. He thought he'd look like the Byers-I-Rose-From-The-Dead-Boy but his haircut looked clean and fitted him almost as good as his mullet. "Thanks, Harrington." Billy muttered, running his fingers through his hair. "I'll clean up and you go take shower, then I'll patch up the rest." Steve said and Billy didn't argue, pulling off his clothes making Steve blush with embarrassment. "What? It's nothing you haven't seen before." Billy said, laughing slightly.

And Steve couldn't help but steal a few glances at the boy as he swept up the hair, throwing it in the bathroom trash can. "Your bathroom is huge." Billy said over the water of the shower. "I know. I don't even know why we have this house. It has like 8 bedrooms and we're three people and two of them absent most of the time." Steve said, shaking his head as he grabbed the towel and gave it to Billy. "To have a sleepover with a bunch of 13 year olds?" Billy grinned, wrapping the towel around his waist.

And once again Steve frowned, looking at the bruise that made itself presentable on the toned stomach of Billy. Absently he ran his finger over the bruise. Billy sighed. "I told you not to wrap your pretty head around it too much, Alright? I'm okay." He sat down onto the toilet seat, looking up at the brunette. "I doubt that you're okay." Steve muttered and Billy didn't answer.

"Done." Steve said when he was done disinfecting the wound on his forehead and putting a bandaid, despite Billy's complains, over it. Billy stood up, letting his towel drop and took the clothes that Steve had laid out for him.

"God, you're one skinny bitch." Billy laughed as he realized how tight the boxers were on him. He was definitely thicker than the pale boy in front of him. He pulled up the grey sweatpants and put on the white shirt.

And Steve almost drooled as he looked at Billy. The loose sweatpants, still perfectly showing his bulge and the tight shirt made his knees weak. And the new haircut just topped everything off. "You like what you see?" Billy smirked before opening the door leaving Steve alone in the bathroom. With a boner.

Billy sat down with the children, who all gasped at him. "You Rock that look!" Max grinned, running her finger through his blonde hair, making him smile slightly. "What happened?" El asked, pointing at the bruise in his face. "Ah it's nothing." He said, waving her off. El stood up sitting down beside him, looking up at him if he was the most interesting person. "Bad Papa?" She asked frowning, and he froze. That bitch is in his head. "I had a bad papa too. He did bad things to me. But now I have Hopper. He's a good papa." El smiled and Billy couldn't help but smile. Somehow this weird, prone to having nose bleeds, girl reminded him of himself when he was younger. Except that she was a girl. And weird.

But Billy knew that he was doomed. He didn't have the opportunity to get a different dad. And at times, especially now, he thought the only way he could leave the house was in a body bag, carried out by paramedics after his dad beat him to death for being gay.

He startled a bit when Steve sat down onto the couch, his arms crossed and pouting. And Billy couldn't help but laugh loudly and attract attention to him once again. The children have never see him genuinely laugh, so this was that. "You look like a mad child." Billy grinned as he looked at Steve. "About to throw a tantrum?" "Shut your mouth, Hargrove." "Make me, Harrington."

The children were on the ground on blankets and pillows, watching the movie with a creepy intensity, while the two boys were sitting on the couch. And Billy grinned, because he just felt like teasing Steve.

So he put his hand on his thigh, making the brunette one tense under his touch. Steve looked at Billy like he was a damn maniac, but Billy didn't even acknowledge the boy, he was just watching the movie casually while moving his hand up. Steve tried to swat it away, making Billy's grip only tighten on his thigh. And god, this was a turn on.

Steve was already semi-hard before Billy even reached his middle, but when he started palming him over his pants, he jumped up. "I-I'm going-g to sleep guys! If you want pizza just take a twenty from my wallet!" And before anyone could answer he was gone, making Billy smirk. "I think I'm going to sleep too. Have fun and don't stay up too late!" He warned the children who all let out a annoyed yes.

And then he jumped up the stairs, walking the way he knew by his heart. When he entered Steve's room, he saw the boy leaning against the dresser looking at him.

And both of them could feel the atmosphere shift as Billy locked the door behind him. And without a warning, he walked up to the boy, pressing his lips hungrily onto his, shoving him into the dresser and he could feel Steve melt at his touch, the way his hands roamed over his body. They knocked some things off the dresser as Steve tried not to lose his balance by holding onto the edge of the wood.

"Are you okay, Steve?" Billy left the lips of Steve, both of them panting. "Yeah! You know clumsy me, I tripped!" He said back to Dustin, trying to get his breathing under control. "Okay, goodnight!" "Night!" When they were sure that Dustin was gone, they got right back to where they stopped.

"Jump." Billy murmured against the swollen lips of the older boy and he did what was said. Billy caught him, holding him under his thighs as if he didn't weight shit.

Billy turned on his heels and made his way over to the bed, letting Steve down onto the bed. "All fun and games, right?"

"All fun and games, princess." Billy grinned before taking his shirt off, bending down over the boy, kissing his neck.

All fun and games.

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A/N!

I have question, would y'all be down for a smut chapter in the next chapters?