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More spit wads were gingerly tossed onto Steve’s desk, into his hair, on his shoulders and one last one down the back of his shirt. Steve had an amazingly high tolerance Billy had to give him that, he took it like a champ. The thought drifted to picturing what else he could take, would he be good at all the dirty little things Billy wanted to do to him?
The sudden awareness surprised Billy. Rejecting it to the back of his mind he refocused on the pent up anger he’d been harboring since Max had almost smashed in his junk. There was no one else to make suffer, no one but Steve Harrington, with his soft hair, pale freckled skin, pink lips, and his big brown doe eyes. Again the image of him pushing Steve’s face down into the back seat of his car while he fucked him into oblivion popped into his head, the sounds he would make.
Billy slumped down into his seat and watched Steve squirm trying to get the paper from his shirt, the wetness made him shiver as it trailed down his spine. Crossing his arms over his chest Billy looked away no longer interested in the passive Steve, why wouldn't he just fight back a little?
(Just a rough start, more to come)