Bite me | Harringrove

Chapter Nine - NSFW

Steve got dressed in front of the mirror. He straightened his collar unsuccessfully, sighing in frustration. "Need help pretty boy?" Billy called from the bathroom. "I haven't worn one of these is forever, I can't even do the fucking collar thing." He called back, continuing to mess with the shirt. 

Billy sauntered in with black jeans and a red button-down he barely buttoned. Steve immediately looked down, seeing how tight his jeans were. "Eyes up here pretty boy." He said lowly, making Steve shiver. "Sorry," Steve said meekly, Billy smirking. "All you have to do is ask, pretty boy."

"Shut up and help me." He responded, obviously flustered. Billy helps him with his collar, Steve looking at his hand. "What's that, never seen that before." He said, taking his hand and looking at it. "Yeah it was my mom's, she had the blacksmith make it from scrapes of a sword. It was special to her and gave it to me before she died. I keep it on me at all times." He said, twisting it on his finger. 

"Where do you keep it? I never see you wear it." 

"I usually keep it in my pocket, don't really show people unless it's for a special occasion." He smiles at Steve, raising his eyebrows with a smirk. "Well, I'm honored." He said, leaning in to connect their lips. He grips Billy's shirt and brings him closer, Billy obliging full throttle. Right when things were getting spicy, they heard the door. 

"Stop tongue fucking each other and let's get our boogie on!" Robin screamed, shimmying. Steve pulled away, looking over Billy's shoulder as he continued to kiss his neck. "Are you drunk already?" He asked, giggling a bit. "It's the only way I can survive one of these shitty dances." She said, Billy, nodding in agreement. "Cmon pretty boy, let's get a move on." 

When they walked into the dance, colorful lights and streamers were everywhere. Semi okay music was playing, people dancing definitely drunk. Robin heads right for them, Heather unwillingly being dragged with. Steve went to get shitty punch while Billy went to find a remotely comfortable seating area.

When they reconnected, Steve brought a bunch of snacks. "Okay, so I got double-sided Oreos, cheese balls, more Oreos, sugar cookies that look like cute little bunnies, and punch," Steve said, happily pointing to each item. "Which one do you want?"

"I WANT THE CHEESEBALLS BITCHES!" Robin yelled from the dancefloor, Heather laughing at her. "Okay!" Steve yells back, turning back to see Billy smiling at him. "What?" He asked, a bit of pink appearing on his cheeks. "I never had friends as you do, it's good to see." He said, sitting in the seat beside Steve. 

"My friends are your friends, Bill. They love you. If they were undeniable gay for each other they would snatch you up." He chuckled, Billy, rolling his eyes. "I'd never pass you up Harrington, not for anyone. But if Rob Lowe wants to hang out I mean..."

Steve pushed his shoulder with a smug smile, sitting down next to him. "You're my Rob Lowe." He says, sipping the punch. "Ugh," He groans, making a disgusted face at the drink. "That is just poison." He chokes out, Billy reaching into his pocket. "And that is why I bring this." He holds up a flask and puts some in the drink. 

"A little better, I think I need more," Steve said, trying not to laugh. "That's enough for you, you want to end up like Robin?"

"Maybe I do."

"Of course you do." 

Steve giggled. "Come on! Let's go dance!"

After a few songs played, Steve's demeanor changed. A slowly sexier song started playing and Steve looked at Billy with those eyes. "I'll be back." He whispered, running off into the halls. Billy was left on the dance floor, completely confused.