Chapter Text
The thing is that Steve knows he's being an idiot.
He just can't help himself at this point.
It started in August when he walked into his dorm, excited to start the next chapter of his life. Hopefully, this part would involve less small town drama, monsters, and bratty pre-teens(they were brats no matter how much he cared for them).
Except, because the universe seemed to have something against him, when he arrived in his room the first time, it turns out his roommate would be a familiar face.
Billy fucking Hargrove, looking no different from the moment they met, turned around, looked surprised for a millisecond, and then gave him a nasty smirk. Steve was a moment from turning tail and running because no, this could not be happening. However, Steve paused for a moment. He's grown a lot in the past year. He wasn't one to run from a challenge and Billy Hargrove wasn't going to be the one to break him. He's faced actual goddamn monsters for god sake.
So instead of running, Steve raised an eyebrow.
"Is that you, Hargrove?" Oh how the tables have turned.
If Steve really thought about that moment, like really thought about it, he could have sworn Billy's smile softened slightly when he responded.
"Yeah it's me, Harrington, don't cream your pants."
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Fast forward a few months and they've actually gotten pretty close.
After a few black eyes and a night of drunk confessions, the two of them realized they had much more in common than they thought. Billy opened up about his father and Steve talked about his nightmares(though he never completely explained them). At some point they had become each other's person.
Then Alex happened.
Steve had walked back to their dorm one night after a late, solitary study session at the library(usually he went with Billy but he had had a group project).
As he turned the door knob he heard noises of exertion, figuring that billy was probably working out, and he just walked in(possibly hoping to catch a glimpse of that sweaty, toned, delicious looking-)
But he walked in to a scene he had not even thought to expect.
There was Billy, on his own bed with Alex, a basketball teammate, balls deep in his ass.
Now, the entire time that Billy and Steve lived together, Steve could not think of anytime when he's seen Billy go home with anybody, let alone with a guy.
Steve stood stock still in the doorway just staring. There was a war going on in his head.
One part of him was kind of pissed. Like at least put a freaking sock on the door. At least let Steve know that he was fucking their teammate. He thought they told each other anything and that hurt a little.
And the other part of him... well.... He would be lying if he said he was a completely straight dude. And he may or may not have had a tiny, itty bitty( read: massive) freak out when he realized one day after seeing Billy come out of the bathroom, having forgotten a towel when going in for a shower, that he could possibly have a thing for gorgeous, mullet-headed assholes. He had called Nancy in a complete and utter panic. God bless her for talking him off the edge and helping him to admit that, yeah, a part of him definitely did like guys. Specifically Billy. Not that he ever thought hyper masculine Billy fucking Hargrove would ever play for the same team.
Actually, maybe that hyper masculinity thing should have been telling.
So now, standing there and watching Billy getting utterly wrecked on all fours, moaning with every single thrust, Steve could only feel consuming jealousy and raging lust.
"I know the coach said to work on team bonding, but I don't think this is really what he meant," Steve said, attempting to go light.
Billy gasped and turned his head. The minute their eyes met, Billy bucked his hips and gave, face burning, eyes screwing shut and body shuttering. The image of Billy orgasming while looking into his deep, blue eyes will be the only thing Steve will be able to jerk off to for his next lifetime.
Alex had yelped when he heard his voice and, when Billy orgasmed, he was bucked clean off the bed and onto the floor. He got up then, completely naked, and rounded on Steve.
"You tell anyone about this and I'll end you Harrington, understand?" Steve rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, yeah. Just get the fuck out of my room and put your skinny dick away, thanks."
Alex glared at him as he gathered his clothes. Billy was still on his bed, now rolled over onto his back, staring at Steve and breathing hard. Alex then turned his glare on Billy, huffed a short 'call me' and stormed out of the room.
Steve looked back at Billy when the door slammed shut and raised an eyebrow at him.
"So are you just going to lay there naked or are you gonna get dressed so we can talk?" Part of Steve really did not want Billy to change. He looked perfect like this, fucked out, naked, panting and all around gorgeous. Steve couldn't help the sharp heat in his stomach or the way his cock started to swell.
But he couldn't think like that right now. They actually needed to talk about this.
Once Billy realized that Steve was being serious, his faced closed off and he threw on a t shirt and basketball shorts. Steve sat down on his bed across from Billy's and they just stared at each other for a moment. Billy looked apprehensive but his face was tinted red.
"Soooo," Steve started. Billy just stared at the floor. At least he wasn't running, that had happened numerous times when they needed to have serious conversations. When it looked like Billy wouldn't budge, Steve tried again.
"Look, dude I'm sorry I barged in like that. That was kind of shitty," Steve rubbed the back of his neck and looked down.
"But th- the thing you were doing in here. It, uh, it's cool. With me. I mean there's nothing wrong with you doing that. With, uh, guys."
Steve didn't know why he was suddenly tripping over his words. Maybe it was because actually talking about gay stuff out loud was something he never done before. Something he never really expected to be talking about any time soon, especially with his closest friend( read: object of affections).
When Steve looked back up, Billy was staring right at him, pearcing gaze looking for something in his face. He must have found whatever he was looking for because he slowly nodded and kept his face carefully blank.
Then he got up and walked out.
Steve was left sitting there, slightly dumbfounded. Billy wasn't technically running, he had even acknowledged Steve. He had though, just left Steve hanging in the middle of his rambling with very few answers.
Was Billy gay? Did he do this often? We're he and Alex a thing? Did he ever think about Steve?
That last one fucked with him a bit.
Most importantly, though, he was left in their dorm with a hard on.
Well, fuck.