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Fruit Snacks are Just Part of the Fall
Steve is a bottomless pit who is always hungry after sex even though Billy does most of the work. It is not like Billy can drag him out to the diner for pancakes or anything, they are supposed to be enemies and even if they were not Steve is far too pretty, too much Billy’s type to risk Neil seeing them together.
Steve always has a sighing complaint of hunger though. Billy offered to just take him home so he could eat once but Steve had given him the saddest eyes before pressing his face against his neck with a “But we’re cuddling right now.” Billy laid out as best he could in the back of the Camaro legs out the open door with the front seat up and Steve splayed across him, both of them naked, skin glistening under the full moon.
It made Billy’s gut go a little sour because he was right and they were not supposed to be doing that but Steve’s limbs had gone tight like he was afraid Billy was going to push him away. Which yeah he kind of was planning to but the pout pressed against his neck gave him pause, had his hands smoothing down Steve’s back instead as he gruffed out a “Shut up then” feeling annoyingly fond as Steve’s pout twisted into a smile against his skin.
That was the only time Billy offered to take Steve home after a mention of being hungry. Steve does not stop mentioning it though. Still complains every time, breath hot against Billy's skin as he brings it up, starts talking about different foods he likes and it makes Billy hungry too.
Billy has a plan though, so the next time they are at the quarry and Steve pants out a whine of “I’m hungry” Billy is prepared. Steve protests when Billy twists, only his arm keeping Steve from falling to the floor as he digs around under the seat before pulling out a few shiny crinkling packets. “Fruit snacks!” Steve shouts louder than necessary as Billy rights them and trusts the packets at him but he is grinning and looking at Billy like he got him a diamond and Billy feels an emotion he tries to ignore crawling up his throat. “I fucking love fruit snacks.” Steve gushes and Billy has to cut his eyes away, cheeks flushed because the look in Steve's eyes is still there, boring into him.
“Which ones are your favorites? Mine are the blue ones.” Steve's eyes are no longer boring into Billy and he looks down at the feel of gummy snacks falling against his chest. He watches for a long minute as Steve sorts them into little piles on his bare chest before he opens the next packet.
“I like the blue ones too.” Billy admits, any other answer would be a lie, those thick blue gummies in various shapes are superior to their less opaque brethren. Billy’s gut goes all fluttery as Steve picks one up and holds it up to him, popping it in Billy’s mouth with a pleased smile. They lay there for a while, Steve feeding Billy a fruit snack before popping one in his own mouth.
It is when their small pile is almost gone that Billy realizes Steve has not eaten a single blue one, all of them ending up in Billy’s mouth and he frowns as Steve presses the last one against his lips. “I thought you said you like the blue ones best?” Billy asks, taking the snack and pushing it into his cheek as he talks, frown deepening as Steve just nods, lips quirked up. “Then why didn’t you eat any?”
Steve’s smile widens, cheeks flushing as he turns his eyes up to the hood of the Camaro “Because they’re your favorites too and I wanted you to have them.” Steve admits with a shake of his head, fingers toying with their last yellow gummy, dragging it up and down Billy’s peck. There it is again that over fond feeling welling up under his ribcage, a feeling he should not foster, should not adore, it is dangerous, Steve is dangerous with his big eyes and his open heart. Billy told him this could never be anything more than fucking from the get go but does that stop Steve from being one big soft spot, no, worming his way in and putting them both at risk. Billy should toss him out on his ass right now and leave but he is too far gone, to something he will not name with this goofball giving up something he likes so Billy can have it.
“That’s stupid.” Billy says, trying to temper some of that feeling threatening to overwhelm him, takes the snack from his cheek and splits it on his teeth, balancing one half on his tongue and holding it out in invitation. “Take it before I change my mind” Billy gets out awkwardly around his tongue, almost dropping the gummy.
The smile he gets has him melting away from the gruff show he is going for, face softening as Steve’s tongue curls around his, taking the offered snack and tucking it into his own cheek before giving Billy a chased kiss. “You’re ridiculous.” Steve mummers so fondly it makes Billy ache as they both chew their half and then Steve holds the last one up yellow just barely catching in the moonlight. “Want to share this one too?”
Half of Billy wants to say yes but a bigger part of him needs to do something about this thing growing between them, wants to squash it down a little. “No.” Billy says, quickly catching it between his teeth and chomping it into bits. It does not work as Steve just laughs softly, cheeks popping as he smiles at Billy unfazed, folding his hands over Billy’s chest and resting his chin on them just watching him. “What?”
“Are you still hungry?” Steve looks a little nervous, bottom lip between his teeth and it kills the innuendo that Billy immediately thinks about tossing out.
“Yeah.” He is always hungry after they mess around too and a few bags worth of fruit snacks split between them is not enough to fill that hunger, usually he does not say anything denies being hungry because teasing Steve is too amusing. There is a vulnerability in Steve’s eyes though and it makes Billy still, makes him realize whatever Steve is about to ask is more than just the question on his lips.
“Want to come back to my place, I could make us some pancakes?” Danger signals are going off in Billy’s head, just fucking around has been dangerous enough and that is all it was ever supposed to be, they both agreed. Billy has half a mind to remind Steve of that agreement but Steve’s eyes are boring into him again, with that feeling that Billy will not name and he cannot bring himself to do it.
“You got blueberries?” He has already come this far, already shown Steve a glimpse of his soft belly and only found dangerous acceptance. He is not going to back out now, no matter how much his instincts are warning him that this will end badly.
The way Steve smiles makes his whole chest warm and Billy thinks this danger is worth it. “I got some yesterday.”
“Then you better get off me so we can both get dressed pretty boy.” Billy says, nudging Steve to move only for him to latch on tightly and bury his face in his neck.
“In a minute we’re cuddling.” Billy relents, curls his own arms around Steve because they do that now and Billy is helplessly in something with it.
-End