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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Stranger_Things_(TV_2016)
  Relationship:
      Will_Byers/Billy_Hargrove
  Character:
      Will_Byers, Billy_Hargrove, Joyce_Byers, Jonathon_Byers, Many_Others_in
      Mentioning
  Additional Tags:
      Consenual_Underage_Sex, Internalized_Homophobia, Period-Typical
      Homophobia, Gay_Will_Byers, Angst, Bit_of_Blood_Kink, Will_Likes_To_Bite,
      okay_it's_nothing_terrible_i_promise, Joyce_Catches_Them
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-01-05 Words: 1699
****** feel like i want to ******
by Rebldomakr
Summary
     Will hates what he is, but he loves what he feels
Notes
     listen...i'm sorry but there's mistakes in this. I know there's got
     to be. I wrote it over an hour while watching the Imitation Game and
     I finished it while crying because of said movie lmao. I should be
     asleep or at least being productive and doing homework that's due
     tomorrow
See the end of the work for more notes
Perversion is definitely something Will submerses himself in now. It’s all
amount what he feels, not about what’s wrong or right. When Billy Hargrove is
fucking him on the hood of his Camaro, he can’t think of the Upside Down, how
upset his friends would me, that he’d probably be disowned by even his loving
mother- no, the only thing he can think of is how good it feels to be full to
the brim. At first, the aftermath was pure pain (it felt like retribution), but
as the rare spectacular events turned into near-everyday occasions (very fun
errands), his body became used to it and it was like he’d been trained because
now what hurt then caused pleasure and pride.
“Shit, you’re fucking taller.” Billy cursed one day, many months into the time
they’ve been spending together alone. He was nearly completely naked, a
scabbing-over bite-mark over his shoulder. Will was immensely happy when he’d
broke through skin, at the same time he’d chewed the mark in he had Billy’s
cock slammed against his prostate (“I call it your slut spot.” Once whispered
into his ear, cum dripping out of his fucked-open entrance-meant-never-to-be-
an-entrance).
Will nodded. “Doctor said I grew an inch in the past six months.” He said. “I’m
still shorter than Mike, though.” And all of his friends, actually, who
appeared to be growing at a far faster rate than him. His mom told him he’ll
probably have a late growth spurt, and it’d make up for everything he doesn’t
have now. He wouldn’t mind being short, he thought, if he could be heavy-
muscle-thick like Billy was. He looked enviously at the older teen.
“Fuck.” Billy rubbed his hands over his face. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
He didn’t get to have sex for two weeks. Billy avoided him (until Will found
him and cried until his cheeks were red, until Billy scrambled and apologized)
very easily, naturally. They operated in completely different social circles
and age groups. It hurt an awful lot. And Will knew he was a degenerate, he
knew he’d suffer enough for it through his life, but it felt amazing to be with
Billy.
Billy had to explain it to him. “You’re a kid, I’m fucking a kid.” He hissed.
“I’ve fucked girls your age, yeah, but that’s different, alright? I’m just
fucking with your head-“
“If it’s fine to have sex with a girl same as you do me, and the only
difference is that I’m a boy, then it’s fine!” Will fought and he knewbetter,
been taught better (Men like Gacy who take fine young boys and hurt them, other
men who take good boys and pervert them, but Will’s already wrong) but he knew
there was no saving him. He loved it all far too much to stop. “I like it!
Please, Billy! If I didn’t want it, then, I wouldn’t beg!” He felt ready to cry
again and almost did.
But then Billy cupped his face, cradling him in his palms, and kissed him
softly like he’s never had before. And it thrummed differently than most of
what they’ve done before (like the rarest of moments, unlike most of what they
did, when Billy was affectionate) and it made Will melt against him, tucking
himself wherever he could fit.
Deep at night when only monsters and deviants are awake (Will and Billy both
definitely the latter), he escapes out his bedroom window and bikes out to a
road leading out of Hawkins where Billy’s Camaro is waiting with its owner.
He’s a bit tired as he pumps his legs, spent a whole day with the Party
celebrating the beginning of his fourteenth year, but he’s dedicated.
“It’s your birthday, right?” Billy asked, throwing his hand-rolled cigarette
out the window. It’s cheaper than buying pack after pack, he says he likes
smoking without a filter, too. “I’ve got some things for you.” He said.
In the trunk of his car, Billy uncovers a cardboard box full of faded shirts
but new denim jeans. Among it all is a leather jacket just a size too big.
“Used to be mine.” He said. “All of these are, ‘cept for the pants, those are
new. Dunno know if you’ll like them, but, you look like a fucking geek most of
the time, so it’s an improvement.” It’s care disguised as an insult and Will
blooms under it.
None of the clothes are his style. The t-shirts are all old band shirts, mostly
Black Sabbath or AC/DC with some bands he doesn’t recognize at all. The jeans
are one thing that aren’t anything new to what he wears, at least, while the
leather jacket is a tad worn but screams Billy Hargroveand not Will Byers.
He takes Billy’s dick in a bed that night, driven off to a roadside motel. He
sobs and he’s held back from that peak, and Billy does everything to avoid his
‘slut spot’ while groping him and bruising him everywhere he can reach while
thrusting (slamming) in him. Will remembered when he used to bleed a little
when Billy treated him like this, but now he can take it, like how he feels
he’s meant to.
Joyce Byers is too busy in the morning to notice her son’s wearing a leather
jacket. His brother does and he has a strange look in his eye, but he doesn’t
say a word. Will doesn’t know what Jonathon thinks or thought, but he’s
grateful.  
His friends certainly say something.
“Who got you that?” Dustin asked, picking at it.
Max stared at him and he thought she was seeing too much, so he tried to lie.
“Jonathon got it for me.” He said.
“It reminds me of Billy.” Lucas said sourly, eyeing it and him.
Will judges it too risky to wear the jacket too often. He stores it in his
closet, sleeps in it some nights, and wears it whenever he goes out on an
errand. He does so until he outgrows it, and that takes a year. When he does,
he keeps it anyway. He stores it in his closet with a number of other things
Billy’s given him.
June rang and school ended. Will dreamt up of long nights with Billy, feeling
and lovingwhat he shouldn’t. He owes the days to his friends, but he’ll
withhold moon-lit hours from them the best he could. As much he loved them, he
didn’t feel the way he did when he was with Billy. Will didn’t want to ever
let  that go.
“I’m leaving to California this summer.” Billy said only a week into summer
break. Will’s curled into him, his fingers laying over him dig into a grip and
panic (‘Nononononowhyisheleaving’ races through his mind).
“Why?” Will questioned, remaining as outwardly calm as he could.
“My mom wants to be a part of my fucking life now I’ve finished my fucking
junior year.” Billy sounded angry, bitter, in a way Will feels sometimes about
his father. “She’s got some rich husband and thinks she can buy my fucking
love. She’s a bitch, but my old man- he says I need to go,” He clenched his
jaw. “I need to know my mother.” He snarled it out like it left a horrid taste
in his mouth.
“But you’ll be back.” Will said, relaxing now. “You get to see California, too.
Don’t you miss it?”
Billy breathed hard out his nose. “Yeah.” He said. He looked ready to add onto
it, but seemed to regret even thinking about saying anything more.
“Bring me back a postcard?” Will asked.
“Shit, yeah.” Billy lightened. “I’ll bring you back sand, too. And pictures. A
lot of fucking pictures. I’ll get you a bikini, too.” He cackled.
Summer break is spent in the arcade, at the theater, and in Mike’s basement. He
sketched Billy onto pieces of paper he’d tear up after finishing. His mom dates
someone for a short week. Steve Harrington carts the Party out of town whenever
Dustin begged. Max complained about her stepdad a lot. And Will feels nothing,
not the way he loves to feel.
It’s a very long, but very short, summer.
A week before school is to resume (“You’re going to be in high school!” His mom
looked ready to cry over his new pair of shoes), Billy returned. He’s got a
fresh tan and he seemed even bulkier, but he takes Will into his arms the same
night and kisses him until he forgot that they’d spent what felt like forever
apart. Will drowned himself in Billy’s cheap cologne and nibbled a wound onto
his neck, lapping at the blood and laughing when he was called a vampire. He
felt and it was amazing.
Everything felt so good and perfect, but nothing so much of either lasts very
long.
Will was stupid. He dared to sneak Billy into his room at night. His mom was
supposed to be working late. Jonathon and Nancy had left to see a concert,
would be gone until the next afternoon. It was his first test of
responsibility, given a night alone. He took advantage, how couldn’t he? And he
let Billy take advantage, too.
It had been past midnight. If Will had been smarter, he would have been able to
guess that his mom would of course take a break to come see if he was doing
alright. No one at that time of day would know the store was closed for thirty
minutes when it was supposed to be open overnight on the weekends.
But Will was gasping for more when Joyce came home. She heard (“You’re loud as
shit, dude.” Billy’d told him once, when they first started after somehow
clicking at Max’ birthday party) and didn’t hear anything but pain. Upside Down
aside, any mother would have been worried and panicked.
When she slammed open his bedroom door, she didn’t find any monsters or her son
in any serious harm. Instead, she found her precious boy spread out on his bed
and arching as a near-man cooed out, “Slut” And fucked rapidly into him.
“Oh my God.” Joyce grabbed at the door frame.
They both froze.
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End Notes
     the imitation game is an AMAZING movie alright it's on Netflix if
     you've got it and haven't seen this movie. I recommend it so much.
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