Billy Is Aggressive. Just Not In The Way Steve Thought.

Billy is aggressive. Just not in the way Steve thought.

They're on the couch, a little tipsy after a few cans of beer. Billy's close and his mullet's a mess. Steve can't resist, just lets his hand wander. He's stroking Billy's hair, slowly scratching his scalp. Holding his breath the whole time.

Billy moves. Steve stops. Billy knocks his head back against Steve's hand. He makes a noise, almost a growl.

"Don't you dare to fucking stop," he grumbles.

Steve hides his grin and does as he's told. He knows Billy will deny it all in the morning.

It's a pattern, Steve notices. He shows Billy affection, Billy demands it and then pretends it never happens.

Steve likes to cuddle. Billy does, too, but of course he can't just ask for it.

"Stop tossing around," Billy groans, when they're in bed for like two minutes and Steve was just getting comfortable.

He doesn't complain though, because there are Billy's arms around him, pulling him closer. Billy snores into his ear and it's somehow easier to fall asleep.

When he's at Dustin's and his cat rubs against his leg, demanding ear scratches until she gets bored and fucks off, Steve can't help to see the similarity.

"You're a cat," he tells Billy, when his boyfriend sits on the kitchen counter and waits for him to finish making dinner. Steve never thought he would get bullied into making spaghetti with meatballs, because Billy can't say he likes it like a normal person.

Billy scrunches his nose. "I'm not a pet."

Steve rolls his eyes. "Sure, you're way too dangerous for that. Get down, you know the rules."

Billy scoffs at him, but gets from the counter.

Later, when they're in bed and Billy's draped all over him, Steve scratches him behind his ears. Billy's chest rumbles. He purrs.

Steve grins. He's so right.