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“Fucking no, Steve!” Billy shouts. Steve sticks his head out of the bathroom, hair slick with shampoo. The sound of running water thunders behind him, and normally Billy would complain about the rising steam billowing out into the hallway.
“I got costumes?” he says, flicking water out of his eyes. “For a costume party?”
“Couples costumes,” Billy hisses, shaking the bag at him. Steve blinks, and it’s a testament to how annoyed he is that he’s not distracted by a wet, naked Steve.
“Yeah?” Steve says in bemusement.
“Gay cowboys, Steve?” Billy hisses. “Isn’t that a little too on the nose?” Because there’s no way that people will see them and not think ‘Brokeback Mountain.’ But Steve just shrugs and vanishes back into the bathroom.
“They didn’t have anything else!” Steve hollers to be heard over the gushing water. “Not unless you wanted to be a slutty nurse.”
“The slutty cowboy is better?” Billy mumbles skeptically, because he’d definitely turn up in a slutty nurse uniform rather than this. His legs would look good in the skirt.
“Robin will tell you off if you don’t have a costume,” Steve points out. Billy scowls.
“What is she going to do, force me into…” and then stops as he realizes. There’s a squeak of the tap as Steve turns off the water.
“Oh good, it’s only taken you five years to understand how my best friend works,” Steve says dryly, emerging from the bathroom with a towel slung around his hips, and rubbing another one through his hair. “She absolutely keeps costumes on standby. So it’s this or whatever hideous monstrosity that Robin has as backup.”
“I hate you,” Billy says flatly. Steve smirks and drops the towel, heading into their bedroom with a swing of his hips.
“No, you don’t!” he calls behind him.
“I will if I have to fucking wear this,” Billy says. He trails pathetically back into the bedroom after Steve and doesn’t try to hide his gaze when Steve bends over to search in his underwear drawer.
“Look, if you put it on, I’ll definitely take it off you at the end of the night,” Steve says, his voice dropping down low. He steps into his boxers and pulls them up, the fabric clinging against the plump curve of his ass. It’s a good move and Billy wonders when he’s not going to be so weak for this man.
“How about that exact offer but in the downstairs bathroom at Robin’s?” Billy suggests, because he knows how to bargain and isn’t going to buckle at the first offer. The end of the night is many, many hours away when he and Steve will be extremely drunk and too tired to work the belts on their jeans. But the idea of Steve on his knees at the party, cowboy hat tipped off his head as he sucks…that’s something he can work with.
Steve rolls his eyes and crosses the room to Billy, slinging his arms around Billy’s neck.
“You can’t fuck me in the bathroom,” he says, his skin still flushed and damp from the shower. Billy wraps an arm around his narrow waist.
“That’s okay,” he says smugly. “That’s not what we’ll be doing.” He licks a long stripe up Steve’s cheek, keeping his hands in place when Steve tries to wriggle away.
“Gross,” Steve complains, moving a hand to rub at his wet face. “I hope that tastes like soap.”
It had. Billy ignores it.
He kisses Steve, soft and sweet, smoothing back the stray hair that always curls by Steve’s ear. It turns into a kiss not so sweet, and Billy may get some ass before they even get into those stupid outfits.
“Hey, Stevie,” Billy mumbles against Steve’s mouth, carefully steering him backwards. “Do I have to wear…”
“You have to wear the boots,” Steve says, a smirk in his voice, and Billy pulls them down onto the bed.