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Baby, I'm yours
And I'll be yours
Until the stars fall from the sky.
(Cass Elliot)
–
"Ooh, what is a nice, handsome young man like you doing here?" A voice mocked, pitch tilted up in a falsetto, eyelashes batting (to the best of his extent, considering he wasn't blessed with the thick eyelash gene.) "Are these for your girrll-"
"Shut the fuck up!" Billy hissed under his breath, tilting on one foot to glare at Stu, hand raised threateningly. The rings on his hands gleamed, catching the blindingly bright lights of a Goodwill, promising threats of pain to be held if Stu continued his teasings.
Stu, however, was never praised for his intelligence, and he sidled up behind Billy, one arm sliding around his waist. "What do you think she would've said if I told her that I dick you down every night?"
The old lady in question was probably halfway across the store, viewing dresses too pretty and small for her, probably not even thinking about the two young men in the women's aisle. That question had been a passing comment, a raised eyebrow to them, out of place in a sea of colorful v-necks and crop tops.
Billy tensed, muscles going taut, and he closed his eyes, obviously trying to contain what little calm he had remained. He'd always be quick to anger, and Stu would always be the one to do it, even if he took a couple punches every once in a while. (It never got worse than this one time Billy slammed his face into a tree, breaking his nose and scratching the fuck out of his face. Stu's right eye still didn't work quite right, but if he was honest, he was into that kinda stuff, and it just made his pants tighten. He's a freak, but he paraded that around in bright flags. It wouldn't come across as a surprise to those he knows.)
"I'll fucking murder your ass."
Flashes of Maureen Prescott came to Stu's head- bloody, thick air, her body spread across a motel bed, stab wounds littered across her body. She was hot, Stu gave her that, but Billy didn't let him do anything under the guise that it'd be easy to trace back DNA. It was a sad thing to let go- a perfectly willing, pliant body, but he got something better after that. Pain was Stu's thing, but Billy got off on injury, and killing made him hornier than a dog in heat.
"Yeah, I bet you would, baby," Stu kept his voice down, to his credit, but they were pretty isolated, set apart from the store in the clearance section. "Then you could fuck my dead body."
Stu was taller but Billy worked out, and they'd fought enough for Billy to know Stu's moves like the back of his hand. He could overpower Stu with a bullet in the chest. For most people, it'd be concerning, but Stu liked it, because he rarely was the weaker one when it came to relationships.
Billy elbowed Stu hard in the gut, pushing him away so they weren't lined chest-to-back, putting a respectable amount of distance between each other. The clearance rack rattled with the effort, settling back into its place after a couple of seconds.
Pain shot through Stu, and he could've kept going, but he liked the chase, so he took his time to catch his breath. Billy kept going through the racks, finding whatever stuff he could for the cheapest prices. It wasn't worth spending real money on clothes they only wore once or twice a month- though Billy loved to dress up, he couldn't deny it, he didn't have the money to fuel that hobby. And his Dad would beat his ass if he caught him like that, wearing crop tops and skirts and thigh-high boots.
There wasn't much of anything good this week, mostly just shitty southern gal clothes, stuff Billy wouldn't be caught dead in. He tried to find something remotely not straight out of Texas, flipping through clothes with a vengeance, but it proclaimed to be difficult.
His search came to a climax when he flipped a rack to find pretty much exactly what they'd been wanting- a piece of mildly risque lingerie that wasn't going to be too disgusting second-hand. What looked to be pure silk garters sat upon the rack, with black lace running up its expanse. Shiny red silk ran across it in strips, and besides one small tear near the ankles, it looked to be in good condition. Billy felt his throat go dry and suddenly he really wanted a smoke, but instead he grabbed the garment off the rack and turned to Stu.
Stu hadn't found anything worthwhile, it seemed, face buried in a bundle of t-shirts in a desperate attempt to find something half-decent. He turned at Billy's movements, opening his mouth to say something that was probably stupid, before closing it suddenly.
It took him a second- his brain processing, obviously- before his pupils expanded and he grinned, a little predatory, and if Billy wasn't who he was, he'd feel intimidated. Stu was like a shark- ultimately harmless, but dangerous if he needs to be, and he can smell blood from a mile away. "I'd give a lot of money to see you in those."
"Yeah, well, it's $200 a night, asshole," Billy shoved the garter out further for Stu to touch, running spindly fingers down it like they were a gift from god. He examined the price tag while Stu admired, and found it to be a little more than he had originally been willing to pay- but this was a once in a lifetime kinda thing.
A guy like him couldn't just walk into a Victoria's Secret and not get kicked out by the women shopping there.
"We're getting this, and if your not paying, I'll break my damn piggy bank," Stu grumbled after watching Billy examine the price tag, letting the fabric fall to a resting position.
"I'll pay, but you owe me one."
–
Billy was walking a fine line by returning to his house with the contraband, that garter worse to his Dad than drugs or alcohol could ever be. But his Dad was supposed to be gone all night, doing the graveyard shift, and it gave them ample time to get their money's worth out of this thing.
Stu had practically been drooling over it on the walk, peeking into the bag like more would appear everytime he looked, slipping his hand into Billy's back pocket when they started to walk through the forest. Billy would've protested, because he fucking hated being treated like a girl, but Stu had just paid some homeless guy fifteen dollars to get a pack of cigarettes and he'd let it go this one time.
They'd gotten to his house, and Billy did a perimeter check before determining his Dad was gone and they were set to do what they wanted.
He threw his cigarette butt out the front door and went upstairs, Stu following shortly behind like an obedient fucking dog, drawn into submission by a seven dollar pair of lingerie.
All it took was the click of Billy's door shutting for Stu to attack, sinking his teeth into Billy, boxing him against the wall. He smelled like pine needles and shitty body spray he stole once, because he always sprayed that fucking body spray when he was planning on having sex- it smelled like shit, but it triggered a Pavlovian response in Billy, because Stu was, if anything, a creature of habit.
Their mouths clashed in a rough manner, and Billy was sweaty from the walk home but he was starting to sweat more, anticipation thrumming low through his veins. Stu had his hands everywhere, digging short nails into Billy's back, running underneath a white tank top to grab at whatever he could. It was animalistic but that's how they always did it, going at each other like rabbits.
What they had wasn't a relationship as much as it was just a 'thing'- not a friend with benefits, because whatever they had was most certainly not friendship-, a bonding of two people who got along too well. They were made for each other, carved by God to fit together. Stu was obedient and impulsive, Billy was stubborn and calculating. Stu could be rough but he'll roll over to show his stomach at the slightest bit of dominance while Billy bears his teeth and attacks. The fights they've had weren't anything more than testosterone filled rage, because it was almost like they were physically impossible to genuinely fight.
Both men agreed that it wasn't exclusive, and they dated but the people they dated were side pieces to whatever fucked up, crazily electric thing between them. Billy dated Sid (with no other goal than to fuck her and kill her) and Stu dated Tatum, mainly because she was hot and was good at sex.
They gave attention to their girlfriends and respective friends but the relationship between them was nothing to compare. It crackled and sparked, two opposite facing magnets that would always find their way back to each other. They could find each other in a crowd of people without struggling.
Billy didn't believe in soulmates, but if he did, Stu was his.
They'd been best friends since they were in diapers, they jacked off for the first time In Front of each other. They could close their eyes and map out each other's bodies easily.
Stu knew just the right way to thrust to get Billy's prostate, because that's just how they were.
Insanely fucking codependent in this scary way that drove people away from them, like their relationship would infect those around them. (People also thought Billy was creepy and Stu was weird, which contributed to that fact. Billy had to pull out all his charm to get with Sid, get her tangled in his web, pliant and perfect to manipulate.)
Billy shoved Stu away hard enough to make him bounce off of the bed frame, stalking to where he'd thrown the bag and pulling it out. "I'm not even gonna get to wear it if you jump my ass everytime I try to blink."
"Fuckin' cock block," Stu groused, arms crossed and looking put-out. He looked stupid with his cock pulling at the loose jeans he'd thrown on that morning and wearing a black t-shirt with bleach stains across the neck.
Billy moved to put the garters on but stopped when he felt Stu staring at him. "Turn around."
"I'm not gonna fucking turn around, dude! We're about to have sex and you want me to turn-"
"Yeah, because you'll probably cum in your pants before we get to the real shit."
Again, Stu grumbled in annoyance but his boots shuffled against the floor, signaling his turning. He'd complain all he wanted, but he was loyal like a dog. Billy could tell him to shoot himself and Stu probably would.
The garters were tighter than Billy would've liked, and he struggled to get it on without ripping the delicate lace. It's lifespan probably wasn't going to last longer than today, considering Stu got rough when he got excited, but Billy wanted to look pretty in it for a little bit.
He pulled them up with one final tug and looked in the mirror, turning to the side to get the full effect of the legs.
It had a strip of fabric across the abdomen built in, and Billy made a note to get his hands on a pair of panties that'd go along with it, because as it is, he looked kinda dumb. His dick was hanging out from the lace, half-mast and growing, and the muscles on his thighs bulged out of the material. It fit him like a glove, but a glove one size too small that goes too far up on your wrist. Uncomfortable, yes, but hot, also yes.
Hot as in attractive- it was cold, temperature wise, the fan in the corner of his room blowing on his legs and making goosebumps raise up. He was tempted to go over and turn it off but he knew it'd be heating up soon and he'd rather not be sweating his ass off. Stu ran cold but not cold enough to keep them from soaking Billy's sheets in a variety of fluids.
He was about to just tell Stu to turn around but instead he decided to do it another way, taking swift steps to come up behind Stu and hold him firm.
Stu tensed and turned his head to the side but Billy was biting at his neck, laying a hickey on thick that'd stay for longer than necessary. (Tatum never noticed, or if she did, she didn't really care.)
They started to struggle against each other, Stu fighting to face Billy and Billy fighting to keep Stu right where he was. Eventually Stu got the upper hand by quite literally reaching his hand around and groping for Billy, who went weak at the feeling of a hand finally on his dick.
Stu whirled around to grab Billy and hold him an arm's length away, staring down at the shorter man's form.
He was completely naked besides the garters, and damn, he looked good in them. They bulged with muscle but they ran down his legs in perfect harmony, matching with tanned skin. The lace looked amazing, beautifully made, and he looked more than good enough to eat.
In a predatory manner, Stu licked his lips, yanking Billy forward to kiss him rough, dick jumping in his pants at the site in front of him.
They fuck like they fight, rough and disorganized. It's a constant power struggle, even though Billy was always the one on bottom, the only one getting a dick in his ass at the end of the day. It's just how they did it- they never even questioned who bottomed, because it was natural that Billy would. (And he looked a hell of a lot prettier on the bottom, too, with lean columns of muscles and a mouth like no other. His hair would get all fucked up and spread across his face in strings, framing him in a sweaty mess. Stu wished he could take a photo of Billy like that and pin it on his mirror.)
Stu fought to get his clothes off, throwing them somewhere that was in the realm of away, and he returned to grab Billy, rough housing with him enough to throw him chest first onto the bed.
If there was anything that was psychopathic about Billy, the main contender would be that he slept with his bed completely clear- just one pillow and a top sheet. It annoyed Stu to sleep in but it benefited when they fucked because they weren't fighting to get pillows off or covered pulled away.
Billy's resolve weakened when Stu spit on his hand, delving down to finger at his ass, one hand kneading and spreading, the other exploring.
Most times, they'd take their time, but Stu had a mission. Billy would look too good in those garters, split in half and moaning, head stuffed into a pillow. And if Stu didn't go quick, he'd come just by the mental image.
The lace tore a little when Stu impatiently pulled the fabric up, trying to get better access to what lay beneath. He shoved a finger in ruthlessly and Billy tensed, breaths coming out hard and fast. He reached out an arm, obviously feeling for something, but Stu didn't realize what until Billy grabbed a bottle of lotion and threw it at Stu, hitting him square in the chest. "Use some fucking lube, you piece of- piece of fucking shit." And his voice wasn't wrecked yet, just strained, but Stu wanted to hear it wrecked this night.
Running his hands down red silk, Stu took a detour and pumped out some lotion, grinning when Billy jumped at the cold feeling spreading across his skin. He worked it in, going at Billy impatiently, wishing he could just push in instead of bothering with foreplay- though he had been on the receiving end of zero prep, once, and it hurt like a motherfucker. Stu liked it, with all his masochistic tendencies, but he knew Billy wouldn't.
He went as quick as he could, stretching Billy out impatiently, dick still painfully hard and head getting dizzy. Billy seemed impatient, too, twitching on the bed with his head in his arms.
He looked good enough to eat, Stu mused in his head as he watched, eyes trailing down the expanse of Billy's body. He considered turning Billy around- considered watching his face as he took Stu's cock like he was made for it, but Stu decided that his ass was too pretty like this to ignore. Soft and smooth and strong, and for a guy, Billy had quite the ass. It sure made Stu stop and stare, brain draining of blood when Billy turned, thoughts coming to a stop to admire.
"Good enough, baby?"
Billy growled, and he hated being called that, and Stu knew that, but he still did it. "I'm fine, asshole. Put it in or I'll leave and find someone else to-"
"Hell fucking no, you won't," Stu hissed, pulling up Billy with one arm and guiding his cock in with the other. He could let other girls have fun with Billy, kiss him, love on him- but Stu would always be the only one to get him like this, to fuck him like this. And Billy knew that- he knew that it made Stu angry to think about, and he did that on purpose.
The sound that came from Billy was truly sinful, pushing himself up on his elbows and arching his back at an almost impossible angle. His head fell down, hair dangling, while Stu seated himself in like that's the place he always belonged.
Lightning went through them, stark arousal, and Stu found himself wondering how long it'd been since they had last done this- and he knew it'd been at least a month, and that's a month too long. Billy looked delicious in the garters, long legs bending at the knee for Stu, lace ripping where it got pulled thin.
They fucked hard and fast, Billy writhing, Stu enjoying the view- engraving it in his mind, this pretty boy beneath him, an ass so soft and round it could've been a girl's.
He looked damn good in lingerie.
–
They were wrapped up in each other later that night, Stu with one arm thrown across Billy's back, head dug into his neck. "I'm gonna get a job just so I can buy more shit like that. You look so good in that lace."
"I know I do," Billy mumbled, voice rough and sleepy, body lax. He didn't let them cuddle unless he was too tired to pull away, and Stu loved physical contact, so he bathed in it. He ran a hand down Billy's chest, feeling supple skin beneath his calloused palms. "If you get a job, though, you won't have time to do shit like this."
"Yeah. You're right. But I'll find a way, 'cause you're just so damn hot," Stu's breath ghosted Billy's neck. "Sid's a lucky girl. D'ya think I can get her blessing for your hand in marriage?"
Billy huffed and tried to pull away, but Stu held on fast. "I'll even buy you roses and a ring and whatever the fuck people do at weddings. Anything to keep you around, 'cause your mine, now. I'll fucking riot if something pulls us away."