Harringrove prompts

Prompt- "Stop moving, im going to have to start counting all over again!"

Steve has moles.
Gorgeous dark moles all over his skin.
Especially on his arms and back.

Steve hates them. In every movie, that Robin makes him see, the dorky guy is the one with all the moles.
And he was not a dork.
But Billy loves Steve's moles.
He'll purposely start kissing down the his neck just to touch Steve's moles. Just to show Steve how much he loves them.

Steve was laying down. It was a hot summer day. And Steve's parents were gone. They always were. Either at a country club or across the country in business meetings or lounging on the beach holding ice cold martinis.
Steve wasn't bitter...

But there he lay. Against the cement of his pool. Letting himself soak up Indiana's heat. Theres hardly any humidity.He wants that. Steve's been dreaming of hot humidity ever since he'd gone on that road trip with Billy to Las Vegas and California, he's been missing it.

The dry heat is excruciating. So he lay by his pool, face down on the cement with his hand dangling in the water.

He was almost asleep, when a hand grasped his.
Lazily he peered down into the water.
Golden skin and a beautiful smile, greeted him.

"M' tired." He muttered, a small smile stretching across his face.
The sun seemed to beat down harder, warming the two boys up.
Billy leaned forward kissing his hand. And working his way up his arm. Kissing the darkened spots.

"Come on pretty boy, come and swim." Billy pulled lightly, but not enough to actually move the boy.

Steve grumbled, snatching his hand away. He tucked it back to his chest.
"No. I'm happy here." He mumbled. Face pushed against the cement.
"Ok I'll just come to you." Billy grinned. Dunking himself under the water before pushing himself up from the side. Dripping in water.
He sauntered over to Steve. It wasn't a far distance, so billy was still drenched.

Billy straddled on top of Steve. His back in his view.
Then like a cat, he stretched. His back arching and arms enveloping around his love.
Soon enough, a chlorine drenched billy was laying on top of his newly drenched companion.
Billy hummed, nuzzling himself into Steves shoulder.
"Mmmm you're warm."

"And you're soaked." Steve smiled, grateful for the cool off. But was soon replaced by warm chests and legs,but still cold hands.

Steve couldn't help but laugh. Legs kicking wildly as Billy kissed behind his ear. Trailing down his neck.
Then Steve heard counting. After every kiss to his neck.
"One." A kiss, right under his jaw.
"Two." Down the length of his neck.
"Three." Right before his shoulder. Where his neck connects.
Then, "Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten"
He was at his shoulder blade.

Steve turned his head as much as he could.
"What are you doing?"

Billy just smiled running his hands along his boyfriends sides.
"Just counting... God you're beautiful Harrington."
That's all Steve really needed to hear. So he laid his head down and let Billy do what he needed to do.
"Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen."

But then billy reached his ribs. He knew Steve was ticklish there.
He squirmed a bit. Unwillingly letting small noises escape his lips.

"Stop moving! I'm going to have to start counting all over again!" Steve could feel Billy smirk against his skin. He knew exactly what he was doing.
Steve couldn't keep himself from squirming. So he flipped around.
Billy was still straddling his hips. Hair falling down off his shoulders and dripping down to Steve's collarbone.

"Keep counting." Steve smirked, challenging his blonde boy.
And he did.
"Where were we? Oh." He swooped down next to Steve's eye and kissed his temple.
"Fifteen."
Steve's hands wandered to his sides. All golden and toned. And for once. Not bruised. Steve made sure of it.

Billy got to his cheek. Scoring three moles quickly.
"Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen."
He shifted again. Back to his neck. Right under his Adam's apple.
"Nineteen."
Steve smiled. His head titling up in the process.

Billy grinned, lifting himself back up to his boyfriends face.
On the other cheek he kissed him.
"Twenty."
His eyes fell up. Latching onto brown. And staying there. Just breath between the two.
Steve, mainly huffing and sighing.
But, oh. Billy would give anything in the world to see Steve look at him like he is now.

"I-I think. That, uh, there's one on my top lip."
Steve said breathless. His hands coming to run through the others curls.
There wasn't a mole there.

"You're right! I think I see one, right." Billy kissed him. Properly. Tilting his head enough that their noses brushed and sank into one another's cheek.
"Right there." He whispered. Thumbing across Steve's cheeks. Pink from heat and wet from sweat.

"That's twenty one." Steve smiled leaning forward. Billy spoke, stopping him.
"I think there's a mole on your dick too."

Steve nearly choked. His breath catching, before his head fell back. He laughed. Clutching Billy's bicep.
"Gross! You perv!" He laughed, even as he pushed Billy back into the pool which followed a loud obscenity and a splash.