Bite me | Harringrove

Chapter Four

"Fuck Billy, I'm not gonna last." Steve moaned, rutting against the blonde's jeans, chasing some friction. "Yeah? Gonna come in your pants like a virgin? Huh? You are, aren't you Pretty Boy?" Billy taunted, letting Steve rub against him. Finally, Steve got the chance of release, coming in his pants. 

"Fuck that was good Stevie, didn't know you were such a slut for just dry humping." Billy panted, Steve, shutting him up with a kiss-

Steve jolted up in bed, dick hard in his briefs. It was just a dream. A fucking wet dream about Billy Hargrove. He groaned and tried to think of something else to get his mind off of it, seeming to make him soft again. He sighed and looked at the time. 5:00pm. He wanted to take a nap before the night out, turns out that was a bad idea. 

But now it was time for some fun

Steve got ready for the club and it was currently 7:00, an hour before Billy would be picking him up. Mark was going to meet them there and Steve was just a little relieved about that. He knew what happened yesterday was his fault, he didn't need Mark to remind him again. He put on a black t-shirt and ripped jeans to go with it. It flattered the little muscle he had and the jeans made his ass look good. He fixed his hair real nice, putting a bunch more product in it than he usually does. 

He hears honking and races downstairs. He sees Bill, Robin, and Heather all piled into the car waiting for him. He smiles and grabs his keys and phone, getting in the car. "You look dashing tonight sir," Robin mocks, Steve hitting her shoulder lightly. Steve and Billy locked eyes for a moment before the blonde took off in the direction of the club.

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When they arrived, Mark was waiting out front. Billy looked at Steve knowingly when Steve tensed up. Steve looked away from his gaze and to Mark, who possessively threw a hand over his shoulder. He pressed a kiss to Steve's head, glaring at Billy. "I'm getting drinks, find a table will ya?" Billy said, moving to the blonde at the bar, flirting his way some free drinks. 

"Steve dance with me!" Robin drawled, pulling him towards the makeshift dance floor in the middle of the club. Sweaty and drunk bodies grinding against each other. They danced and danced to shitty music, a few good songs coming on here and there, taking breaks to drink and eat. After a few hours, Steve was drunk. He was grinding with Mark, feeling it already. 

Billy rolled his eyes, looking away sipping his drink, and taking a few shots as well. It took a lot to make a vampire high or drunk but one could try. After a while, Steve and Mark were gone and he didn't know where they were.  So, he decided to see if Steve was okay because he didn't trust Mark. Not after what he saw. 

He looked around everywhere in the bar before moving outside, his enhanced hearing making it a piece of cake to locate them. 

"I don't want to right now, Stop. Mark Please."

This made him angry, he knew exactly what was happening. 

"That son of a bitch," he muttered, running to where the pleads were the loudest. He found them behind the building, Mark had Steve against the wall. "Mark, stop! Please!" Steve yelped, struggling to push him off, Mark clearly stronger than him. "Hey, asshole!" Billy boomed, grabbing Mark off of Steve and shoving him away. He stepped in front of Steve, giving him a shield. Steve gripped his shirt and hid his head between Billy's shoulder blades.

"Oh, here he is! Billy Hargrove. So your the one Steve's been whoring around with, huh!"

"Walk away, Jenson. Leave him alone."

"What are you going to do?" 

"Walk away."

Mark looked from Billy to Steve. "Fuck you both," He said, sticking up the middle finger as he stormed away. Steve was heavily breathing behind Billy, still holding onto his shirt, and trembling. "Hey," Billy says, turning to face him and put his hands on his shoulders.  "Let's take you home okay? I didn't drink much so I'm okay to drive. You go wait in the car and I'll tell the others." He cups one of Steve's cheeks. Steve nods and held onto him for a couple more seconds, his arms soon wrapping around his waist. 

Billy kissed his head before Steve went to do what he said. He made sure Steve was in the car before he went to tell the girls.

"He did what!?" 

Billy and Heather had to calm Robin down before drawing too much attention. "He's waiting in the car right now, he asked me not to let you guys come yet. He doesn't want to ruin your night. He's in shock and drunk but I will make sure he gets home, promise." Billy said, the girls nodding. "Fine, but you tell him to call me when he gets up tomorrow." Robin said. Billy nodded, hugging them before going to the car. 

Steve jumped when he opened the door. "Sorry, tried warning you." He said, getting in and starting the car. "Yeah, sorry I spaced out."

Billy looked over. "You have nothing to be sorry about, drink this." He handed steve a clear plastic cup. "Water?" Billy nodded at him, pulling slowly out of the lot and onto the main road. The drive was quiet, except for the swallows heard by Steve drinking his water. "You knew didn't you?" Billy's jaw fixed as he watched the road. Only two headlights led his way. 

"I knew more than anyone. I saw what he did to you. I tried helping you, I really did, but-"

"But, I didn't listen."

Billy glanced over at him. "No, you didn't. That's because what you thought he was doing to you was your fault and that you deserved it. You thought it was love. He was manipulating you and made you think badly about yourself. You should never feel like that, you're beautiful inside and out." He said, switching between watching the road and glancing at Steve. "Love shouldn't feel like that."

They didn't talk the rest of the ride back to Steve's. Neither knew what to say, Steve didn't know how to react and Billy didn't know what to say or how to help. So, they stuck with silence.