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Billy just got home from work. He slinks his boots off, his jacket. Steve is sitting on their couch waiting for him. They've been roommates for a year now. Billy apologized for being a shithead after graduation. Apparently they were both heading for California. Billy for the beach and sun and Steve to go to an art institute. So they got a place together. They started dating about 5 months in.
So Billy falls onto Steve, his head cradled in Steve's lap. And Steve starts to brush his hair back. Billy is covered in dried sweat and grease from his job. Steve loves the smell of motor oil on him.
"Long day?" Steve asks, Billy grunts in response.
"I'll take that as a yes then." Steve smiles warmly and keeps raking his fingers through the blonde locks. They sit like that for a while, Steve starts humming. Can feel Billy relax into his touch. He starts crooning to Billy quietly. Like a whisper. Ariana Grande's "the way" is what came to Steve's head first because he was listening to it earlier that day.
“Stay by your side, I'll never leave you,
And I ain't going nowhere 'cause you're a keeper,
So don't you worry, baby, you got me,
I got a bad boy, I must admit it,
You got my heart, don't know how you did it”
Billy shifts, rolls around until he's looking up at Steve.
"You write that for me pretty boy?" Billy asks him, cause he doesn't know Ariana. Has his head stuck in the 80’s and that hardcore stuff Steve can barely understand. They don’t listen to the same music unless Steve forces him into it. And Steve writes songs. He teaches music at the local highschool but he writes and produces his own on the side so of course Billy would think that.
"Oh my god. No, Billy, that’s Ariana Grande's song. I didn't write it." Steve laughs. Billy sits up, faces Steve. His brows furrowed and he swipes his tongue over his teeth the way that he does.
"So ya don't mean it?"
"Mean what?"
"The lyrics. Staying by my side, got yur heart and shit." Billy dips his head, can't look Steve in the eyes as he says it. Oh . Steve blinks.
"Oh. Wait, Billy I-" and he's stuttering. Face flushed. They haven't had a talk like this before. This is new territory for them. But Steve knows, knows that he fell hard. That he gets attached too easily. Knows that he loves this blonde bad boy. Knows that he wants as much as he can get of him.
"I do it. Every word."
And Billy smiles that dopey smile that only Steve gets to see. And Steve noticed, sees how only he gets to see certain sides of Billy. Billy allows him into his word, walls down, guards off duty.
"Me too baby. You got me, you got all of me." Those words are better than I love you. They hold more weight, hold a promise that I love you doesn't.