Fun and Games •Harringrove•

Chapter Seven

Billy was well awake before Steve, laying in his bed. He looked at the boy that was cuddled up to him. He didn't mind that Steve got cuddly when he was asleep.

Actually it was quite adorable, seeing him so calmly in his arms, taking peaceful deep breaths and not seeming to worry about things.

He had seen, the first times he had slept over that Steve was really restless sleeper, he'd toss and turn the whole night, mumbling incomprehensible words and even sometimes kick around and let out muffled screams.

And Billy really didn't mind if the older one could sleep peacefully if he was in the arms of him if he could get a night without bruises on his legs.

Slowly and carefully he wrapped himself out of Steve's arms, standing up and putting on his boxers. With goosebumps on his arms from the cold filling the house he walked downstairs into the kitchen, a yawn escaping his mouth.

Luckily the kids had left yesterday evening, so he didn't have to worry about Will drooling over him or some stupid comment.

Billy sighed. Somehow he felt bad, he has been at Steve's for the whole weekend and hasn't done anything. Steve was the one cooking, doing the dishes, doing laundry and Billy was only there, not moving a single finger.

So he decided that he'd do something for Steve, saying his thank you because he was quite bad with words and he knew that Steve would be sleeping for a long time.

"Fuck them kids." Billy muttered as he saw what the kids have left to take care of. Blankets thrown across the whole living room, empty snacks and crumbs. With an annoyed sigh he started cleaning up, neatly folding the blankets and stacking them on the side of the couch and throwing the empty snacks away. He then got a hand vacuum cleaner and started going over the couch and the ground, because he literally had no idea where their normal vacuum cleaner was.

Billy grinned to himself when he looked at the living room and how clean it looked. He then went to the kitchen, roaming through the fridge.

Billy mixed everything he needed for pancakes in a bowl, he'd figured that Steve liked chocolate chip. He had seen that boy straight up eat them out of the box.

Billy flinched as he felt two arms wrap around his stomach, but relaxed instantly. "Morning." Billy said as he flipped a pancake. "Morning." Steve muttered into his back, his head leaning against the warm shoulder of Billy. "I made breakfast." Billy said, putting the last pancake on the plate. "I can see that. Thank you." Steve smiled slightly, still half asleep as he pressed a kiss onto his shoulder before he went to the table and sat down.

"This was the best night of sleep I've had in a long time." Steve yawned as he started eating his pancakes. "I figured." Steve looked at him confused. "It's the first night I actually slept through with you in the bed." Billy said, chewing on his pancake. "I'm sorry, I didn't know that I was such a bad sleeper." Steve blushed, embarrassed as he looked down onto his plate. "It's fine. All you need was a good ol' cuddling session." Billy smirked at the boy, who seemed to get even redder than before. "So I'm a cuddler too, great." Steve said, laughing slightly covering his face with his hands. "But it's fine. I mean you had my dick inside you so you cuddling wasn't the most intimate thing we've had." Steve had a cough fit as he choked on his coffee.

Billy couldn't help but look at the brunette boy in front of him. Steve was still half asleep, chewing on his pancakes and his hair was all messy, sticking in every direction possible. He smiled slightly.

"What you smiling at?" Steve asked, raising his eyebrows as he realized how the blonde one looked at him. Billy startled, a faint blush on his cheeks. "You have chocolate on your face, moron." Billy said, and Steve actually had chocolate on his face. "Ah right." Steve said skeptical.

Soon the evening came and it was time for Billy to go back home, which he dreaded more than anything. But he had to, he'd get in enough trouble for being away the whole weekend anyways.

"Bye, pretty boy." Billy grinned as he stood in the door, his hands at the top, leaning into the door. "Do I get a goodbye kiss?" Billy smirked but froze when Steve actually kissed him. He wasn't expecting this at all. "Bye!" Steve chirped, closing the door into his face, and Billy stood there, a puzzled look on his face.

And even after he got beat senseless by his father, the only thing on his mind was Steve. His brown beautiful hair, his smile and the way he'd cuddle up to him, his body, each scar, curve and dip and his cute whines when he'd wake up to the cold air in the room when Billy was smoking at the window. Even bleeding and in pain, the only thing on his mind was the stupid older boy.

But it's all fun and games, right?