Harringrove prompts

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Billy really didn't know where it came from. The words just wrote themselves. And after 5 minutes the first letter was done.
It was simple, just a few sentences.
Billy tried to make his handwriting legible and borderline beautiful.
Believe it or not, he succeeded.

He folded the letter, writing 'Steve' on the back.
In an all too overdramatic way. The letter was placed in a drawer. To gather up dust...

Billy didn't expect to be writing another one. But Billy was looking at Steve's back as they laid together in Steve's bed.
Dark moles dotted along it, aiding to his beautifully fragile figure.

Billy ran a hand along it. Tracing down. Steve shivered, reaching behind him and grabbing his hand.
He shifted, facing the blonde boy.
"What are ya' doing that for bill?"

Billy just smiled. Hoped that what he saw in Steve's eyes was 'love' and not 'disgust'.
And it wasn't disgust.
It was a look so bright that it could make the sun envious.
It was beautiful.

"I just felt like it." He smiled lazily, running his fingertips against the boys palm.
Steve smiled, moving forward to crawl on top of the golden skinned boy.

Billy returned the smile, wrapping his hands around Steve's hips.
Steve in return snaked his hands around is neck, fiddling with the pendant Billy always wore.
Steve stared down at him. Brown eyes melting as he glazed over the boy under him.
Billy smirked, pulling the brunette boy closer to him.
Steve laughed, his sweat soaked hair falling into his eyes.
He leaned forward, entrapping Billy's lips on his.
"Round two?" He breathed into the kiss.
And Billy was too far gone to say no.
As if he would say no anyway.
......
Billy finds himself back at his desk.
An old Wuthering Heights book to his left, a picture of his mom to his right. And the first letter glaring at him from his place in its drawer.

He thought of that night. Steve's smile after he trailed his hand down that beautiful back covered in moles.
God he was beautiful.

And he started writing. Just how beautiful he thought Steve was.
Thought of those round brown eyes, those expressive eyebrows. His chest heaving and the nice flush of brown hair that took its place just below his navel.

This note was longer. Nearly a page. And less beautiful than the last one.
But though the messy scribbles, were his feelings. Everything that couldn't help but bubble up whenever Steve was near him.

It wasn't until a falling out that another letter was written.

They were both angry. And tired.
Billy wanted more than just quickies and going down in the bathrooms.
He wanted to hold his hand, and to kiss him when they weren't ripping each other's clothes off.
He wanted to wake up wrapped up in Steve, not to an empty bed and a post it note saying
'Fun night! See you later'

So he asks, asks Steve what it is that they're doing.
They're sitting on the hood of Billy's Camaro at the quarry.
Steve's rambling on about an essay that was due last week. And billy just asks.

"What are we doing?"
Steve pauses mid sentence. A small confused smile on his face.
"What do you mean?" Steve asked, still smiling, thinking Billy's super high or he's making a joke.

"What are we doing here?"
Steve pauses. The small smile now concerned.
"What we're doing is sitting on your car at the quarry. Are you feeling okay?"
Steve lifts his hand, guiding up to check the boys temperature.

Billy pushes it away.
"What are we?"

Steve stopped, looking like a deflated balloon.
"We're friends Billy."