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Virgin Territory
Steve knows what Billy does for a living not because Billy ever told him but because Steve accidentally stumbled onto his cam page and has been a VIP member ever since. He is not really sure why Billy has never mentioned it. He is loud and proud about most things but Steve does not bring it up either. How do you admit to your roommate you get off to him every night, especially when you are more than a little in love with him. They are friend it would fuck up everything and Steve never intends to let Billy in on any of that, why ruin a perfectly good friendship?
"Alright I got pizza, beers, and a sack full of the good shit from Byers. Tell me you didn't forget the movies this time." Billy calls as he comes into their apartment and Steve smells the promised dough and cheese mouth water a bit.
"That was one time, why will you never let me live it down?" Steve asks, pouting as Billy comes into the living room dropping his haul on the coffee table.
Billy’s pizza warm hand finds Steve’s hair scrubbing through it as he moves by heading toward his room. "I just like riling you up pretty boy." Billy says, shooting Steve a grin before he disappears down the hall to change into lounge clothes the way he always does for movie night. Steve is already in his own comfortable clothes sinking down into the couch as his cheeks heat and he tries not to let that gooey warmth in his stomach grow.
Steve sits there trying to remember all of the things Billy does that annoy him and are gross. The way he barges in when Steve is in the shower, just once he would like to be able to shower in peace without Billy scaring him because he has to piss or he is just bored and does not understand that shower time is private time, he has his own bathroom he really does not have to barge into Steve’s when he is using it. The way he cannot cook most things to save his life burns everything except lasagna, the amount of times Steve has seen him shove a cologne covered hand down his pants, which admittedly Steve actually finds kind of hot these days but in a gross way, definitely a gross way.
Steve startles back to the here and now as Billy flops over the couch, feet landing in his lap. "What movies did you get for us?" Billy asks as he starts rolling a blunt on his bare stomach, he is wasting weed and sprinkling it onto the couch and the carpet. Steve always has to spend a good twenty minutes vacuuming after movie night because Billy always makes a mess.
"They didn't have anything new that looked good so-" Steve trails off with a shrug as he waves his hand at the pile of movies, some of his favorites and some of Billy’s. Billy shifts, licking over the wrapper as he moves to a sitting position, feet landing on the floor. He puts the joint aside and paws through the movies as he spreads his thick thighs and pressing one firmly against Steve's, always taking up more space than he actually needs.
“We’ll watch one of your Ghibli films. I like them an all but they make me think too much so one of yours first and then Top Gun for when we're really high.” Billy says as he lights the joint and takes a few puffs, before inhaling deeply. “Get us some beers while you're up.” Billy says, throwing a winning smile at Steve as he gets up to put a movie in.
“You’ve got legs.” Steve fusses as he squats on the floor and puts the disk into the player manually switching the television to the right setting because for some reason the button on the remote sticks and it always takes ten or more times of hitting it to get it to switch. More often than not they hit it one to many times and have to repeat the process all over again, it is easier this way.
“Yeah but I’m already so comfy and you’re already up, be a good boy and get me a drink.” Billy calls voice low and husky and Steve has to concentrate really, really hard on terrible awful things to get his dick to keep from acting up. If he gets a boner in these sweats it will be really noticeable.
“Fine.” Steve huffs as he stands, only agreeing because he needs a little extra time to pull himself together as the previews start playing. He intentionally avoids looking at Billy’s smug grin as he scurries into the next room, grabbing beer and plates and napkins, because otherwise Billy will use him or the couch to wipe his greasy hands and Steve hates having to try and get grease stains out of the couch the morning after movie nights.
Billy already has the joint lit and hanging from his mouth as Steve gets back, making grabby hands for the beer with one hand, the other already reaching for a slice of pizza. “Use a fucking plate.” Steve insists, handing him one and a napkin as he flops down on the couch, pulling the joint from Billy’s lips and taking a drag.
“Stop bitching.” Billy says absently but he does as he is told, and slaps two slices on his plate before doing the same to Steve’s before he settles back and Steve is trying very hard not to focus on the line of heat that is Billy’s thigh pressed against his own.
They lapse into silence, just eating and drinking and enjoying the movie, smoke filling the air around them as they slowly pass the joint back and forth, forgetting about it for stretches of time before one of them remembers and it is back to being lazily passed back and forth.
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“Could you ever date a virgin?” Billy asks out of nowhere as the credits are rolling, taking a long drag from their second, or maybe it is their third joint, Steve cannot be sure.
“Huh?” Steve asks, mouth full as he eats the crusts from Billy’s plate, crumbs spilling as he tears a piece off with his teeth and okay maybe he is partially responsible for the mess that is always left behind the morning after movie night.
“A virgin, would you ever date one?” Billy asks again as he turns his eyes on Steve, something intense in them that Steve’s muddled mind cannot decipher.
“Dated plenty of them back in high school.” Steve reminds, frowning when Billy scoffs.
“I meant now.”
Steve gives it a moment of thought, not that he really needs it, more trying to puzzle out why Billy is asking, is he trying to date a virgin? The idea of Billy actually dating anyone that is not him makes his stomach swoop low with displeasure. Still he answers honestly. “Yeah, I don’t really get why people put such a high value on sex and shit anyway. Like it’s fun, I enjoy it but it’s not all that important really.” He says with a shrug and Billy hums still watching him. “What about you?”
“Nah, I want someone experienced.” Billy says and Steve just nods his head, it makes sense to him given what Billy does for a living, Billy knows what makes him feel good, having to teach someone probably is not what he wants to do when he is getting off for pleasure instead of work. Steve does not realize he has been rambling about anything, that his mouth is open and he is talking, revealing that he knows what Billy does for a living until Billy grabs him by the cheeks, thumb digging into one the rest of his fingertips digging into his other cheeks as he turns Steve to face him. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
Steve flushes as he realizes what he just admitted, giving a nervous laugh as he tries to break Billy’s grip on his face, his hand just tightens and Steve whines a little until Billy loosens his hold a touch but he still does not let him go. “You’ve known what I do for a living this whole time?”
“Not the whole time.” Steve mutters, eyes cutting away as his flush deepens thinking about the day he actually stumbled across Billy’s cam site, he had been looking for someone like Billy too ogle not Billy himself. When he found the site he had been flabbergasted but more turned on than anything else, nearly chafed his dick those first few days, could barely look in Billy’s direction without popping a semi. Which he is regretfully doing right now which means that was probably only the second joint because after more he cannot get it up, he really wishes they had smoked more before now.
Steve tries to squirm away, desperate to hide. “Stay still.” Billy says in that low husky voice he uses during his cam shows when he is ordering his watchers around and Steve wants to die a little at the noise he makes as his dick kicks in his sweats that do nothing to hide the evidence of the way Billy is affecting him right now. “Good boy.” Billy says when Steve stills and it drags another noise out of him that he is horribly embarrassed about as his dick fills out even further under the heat of Billy’s gleeful stare.
“So tell me pretty boy, how much of my work have you watched?” Billy asks that wicked tongue of his slipping out, distracting Steve as his eyes track its path over Billy’s pink lips. “Focus, I asked you a question.” Billy reminds.
It takes a minute, Steve’s own tongue coming out and flicking over his lips before he can manage the very unconvincing lie of “Not much.” voice going high in a telling way.
“Liar.” Billy says, almost teasing as he shifts and presses one leg between Steve’s knees pressing firmly but not too hard against Steve’s hard dick, leaking in his sweats and staining the material darker as Billy straddles one of his thighs. “I bet you’ve watched every video I have.”
“Yes.” Steve means to deny it but with the pressure on his dick and Billy so close the scent of his cologne mixed with the weed heavy in his nose he does not have the brain cells left to keep his cool and his mouth betrays him. Steve’s face scrunches up when Billy laughs, not mean like he does when they are fighting, it is the one he uses when he is happy about something but it still makes more embarrassment burn in Steve's gut and he is racking his brain for something to hide his shame, to change the subject. “Why were you asking about dating virgins?” Steve finally spits out and Billy looks at him like he is stupid, not the affect he was hoping for.
“Have you ever seen me actually with anyone?” Billy points out hand going from holding tight to more caressing, thumb pressing back and forth brushing under Steve’s bottom lip in a distracting manner.
“Well no, I just figured you were selective.” Billy is surprisingly picky about things, from the dish soap they use to the brand of cereal that is and is not allowed in their apartment. Off brand or nothing, Steve has not had real lucky charms in years, the one time he tried to sneak a small box home from Robin’s place Billy had dramatically thrown it out the window into the alley and by the time Steve made it down there intent to stubbornly eat it in the alley it had already been gone. Billy had been making homemade lasagna by the time he got back up so Steve had not bitched too much. Billy makes really good lasagna, it is the only thing he can cook and he does it damn well.
“I am, I am so selective I’ve been waiting this whole time for the right person. Then waiting even longer because apparently you can’t take a fucking hint.” Billy says with a huff as his other hand comes up and strokes over Steve’s neck, feather light and tickling, it makes him squirm. Billy shifts his weight fully onto Steve’s thigh, knee pressing forward until it is almost too tight against Steve’s dick making it ooze more pre and he barely resists shifting more and rubbing his dick against that knee.
“What hint?” Steve asks, Billy’s hand cupping his throat and going tight, making him gasp as Billy’s blue eyes bore into him, searching like maybe he thinks the question is a joke before he shakes his head.
“You think I climb into bed with just anyone for cuddles, let just anyone snore in my ear and drool on me,” Steve would deny that he does either of those things but Billy has video evidence that he will pull out and show any time Steve tries “let them steal my food and ply them with good weed. Think I would shift my schedule around anyone else so I could be free on the nights they are.” Billy asks in the same haughty tone he gets when Steve tries to get the apple scented dish soap because it is not the right brand. “I asked you to marry me last week.”
“You just wanted the last of the stew. Your exact words were ‘I'll marry you if you give me the last of the stew’ and then you stole it while I was laughing and ran in your room and locked the door.” Steve reminds, he had been planning to offer the last of it to Billy anyway but Steve had turned to grab a napkin while laughing intent to hand that to Billy with the soup only to turn around to see him running away with the stew.
“True but I still wouldn’t have said that to anyone else.” Billy says in that same huffy tone and Steve grins.
“So it’s not just me?”
“What?” Billy squints at him, clearly not getting it and Steve cannot help a little laugh.
“I’m not the only one with feelings here I mean.” Steve says, hands sliding up Billy’s thighs over the soft material of his pants.
“No pretty boy, I’ve been gone on you for fucking years.” Billy says earnestly, eyes boring into Steve again as Billy leans in slowly.
“Good, good.” Steve nods before something occurs to him distracting him from Billy’s tempting mouth moving closer. “How are you a camboy and a virgin?” The two things not computing in his muddy mind.
“Only person I’m fucking on camera is myself pretty boy, all my videos are solo.” Billy points out with a snort.
“Right, right, that yeah.” Steve says, he totally should have figured that out, he has in fact watched all of Billy’s videos, some of them multiple times.
“How about we change that though?” Billy asks, mouth so close his lips are bruising Steve’s as he talks and, yeah fucking yes Steve absolutely wants that, nearly knocks his head into Billy’s as he nods but Billy tightens his grip and laughs as he saves them both from a headache. Billy leans in that last little bit and kisses Steve, it is filthy the way Billy pushes his tongue into Steve’s mouth and just takes charge, tongue pressing in and out like he is trying to fuck his mouth with it and Steve just helplessly moans around it, hands clenching on Billy’s thick thighs as he thinks about what else Billy could fuck his mouth with, finally curling his own tongue around the one in his mouth and licking into Billy’s mouth with just as much vigor.
"One of these days I'm going to sit on your pretty dick until I cum all over myself and then I'm going to do it again and again until you are begging me to let you cum but I have a show in less than twelve hours so tonight you're bottoming." Billy says, hands stroking down Steve’s chest, one landing on his cock and giving it a squeeze dragging another moan out of him.
"Yeah, yeah absolutely. Whatever you want Billy." Steve nods eagerly more than willing, hands shaking a little with excitement as they skim up over Billy’s bare ribs. "Are you sure you don't want to wait, plan something –" Billy cuts him off with a firm hand squeezing his chin again.
“I’ve been waiting on you for years, I don't need hearts and flowers. Got everything I want right here.” Billy says slipping off of Steve’s lap and he is mournful for the loss until Billy’s hands slip into the waistband of his sweats and underwear and tear them down, nearly unseating Steve with his haste. Billy tosses them aside carelessly, knocking a half empty bottle of beer over that they both ignore. Steve will worry about the stain in the morning, right now he is too busy gasping as Billy gets his hands under his thighs and pushes them up, nearly bending Steve in half, ass sliding to the edge of the couch.
“Uh do you, uh need help?” Steve asks when Billy does not do anything for a long few minutes, just kneels on the floor, head framed between Steve’s thighs looking at his rim. It makes him feel exposed, makes him want to cover up even as his dick twitches and spits and he clenches around nothing, anticipation building.
“Just admiring my prize for waiting so long, pretty boy. I finger myself professionally. I think I can manage at least a half decent amateur job on your pretty hole.” Billy says, head rising to show Steve his wolfish grin.
“As if anything about you is amateur.” Steve says, flushing at the wink Billy shoots him before he dips back down. Heat is heavy in Steve’s belly as anticipation builds with each puff of Billy’s warm breath against his ass. Billy might be the virgin here but fuck if Steve does not feel like one, he feels like the moment Billy finally touches him he is going to cum embarrassingly fast.
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