Harringrove week fic 1!
Hello all here is part one for my first of two fic for harringrove week. Please enjoy and happy harringrove week!
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The Hanky Panky Code¬†
Steve was up on a ladder moving around some Video tapes of old black and white films when the bell on the door rang. Steve turned precariously on the ladder to see who had entered the store.
Billy fucking Hargrove.
Okay harsh, they had actually been getting along recently. Billy had almost died at the mall protecting El and even thanked Steve for trying to keep his sister safe then, and for the year before when Billy was out of the loop. It was still strained between them, but when Billy dropped Max off to hang out with the other kids he always made polite conversation with Steve. Albeit after snarking about Steve being their babysitter.
Steve was about to step down when Robin waved him off.
‚ÄúStay up there Steve, I got this. Keep stacking old man Marley‚Äôs Monroe obsession.‚ÄĚ
Steve nodded, making brief eye contact with Billy who gave an obscene wink, a grin stretching across his lips. Still, Billy fucking Hargrove it seems. Who the hell winks at people? Who the hell wears a crop top and tight jeans to pick up a damn video? Steve tries to ignore him whilst he finishes stacking videos, but he can feel Billy‚Äôs stare. Steve turns, ready to say something about staring but he can‚Äôt place Billy‚Äôs expression. He seems almost shocked. Billy‚Äôs mouth curves slightly, maybe it‚Äôs amusement? Excitement? Steve isn‚Äôt sure. Billy isn‚Äôt even looking him in the eye.
Instead, his eyes are fixed at his, well, at his ass.
Steve feels his cheeks heat and he turns back around. What the fuck, he silently mouths to himself as he descends the ladder. He keeps his back turned, and squats to rearrange some musicals.
By the time he‚Äôs done, Billy has moved to the cash register. He‚Äôs leaning on the bench, and Steve takes a moment to return the favour. Damn, and he thought he was being obnoxious with the tightness of his jeans, but Billy‚Äôs are something else. It‚Äôs almost like he‚Äôs got it down to a science. Steve wonders for a moment if the jeans are even too tight, are they flattening Billy‚Äôs ass?
‚ÄúPlease, don‚Äôt stare at my brother‚Äôs ass. I don‚Äôt need to see that,‚ÄĚ Max said, snapping Steve out of his thoughts.
‚ÄúWhat I wasn‚Äôt‚Ä¶‚ÄĚ Steve stumbled.
‚ÄúShut it. You were, I don‚Äôt care what you are, and I don‚Äôt want to talk about it. Hand me Grease.‚ÄĚ His eyebrows crease, but he hands her the musical, watching as she walks up to Billy.
‚ÄúTook you long enough. God, Grease again? If I have to hear that down under girl sing about a summer fuck she can‚Äôt get over one more time I might pull my ears off.‚ÄĚ
‚ÄúWhy? What did you pick? Dune again? It‚Äôs like three hours long!‚ÄĚ
‚ÄúYup and you still haven‚Äôt watched it with me. We‚Äôre meant to be bonding bitch, this is three hours of bonding time.‚ÄĚ
Billy bends down to Max‚Äôs eye level smiling in her face. If Steve didn‚Äôt know them so well, he‚Äôd think they were fighting. But after spending so much time with them, he‚Äôs come to realise it‚Äôs their way of showing affection.
Steve makes his way over, stopping just behind the pair.
‚ÄúIt is a fun movie Max. Kind of nerdy though, surprised you like it Billy.‚ÄĚ He gives a questioning look towards Billy and then turns to Max. ‚ÄúYou like those comic books don‚Äôt you Max? Paul is totally like a superhero.‚ÄĚ
Billy grinned as he pushed up off the counter, stretching to his full height.
‚ÄúWhat can I say Harrington, I like Kyle Mc Lauchlan.‚ÄĚ He shrugged, still grinning. Max squinted at them, and then defeatedly pulled the movie from Billy‚Äôs hands, placing it on the counter along with Grease. Robin, who had been watching the three of them debate over movies, finally began to ring them up.
‚ÄúFine, one musical and one adventure movie for the broody siblings coming right up,‚ÄĚ Robin said, smiling in her way that always seems more insult than friendly.
Steve watched the siblings leave. Once the door chimed behind them, he looked to Robin. ‚ÄúOkay, I think I am going insane but did Billy like‚Ä¶ I could have sworn he was checking me out?‚ÄĚ
‚ÄúNo, I mean it! He looked right at my ass, Robin. And he had this weird look on his face, like he was amused. Wait, did I sit on an M&M again?‚ÄĚ
Robin laughed at him as he tries to look at his own ass over his shoulder. She shakes her head at him still laughing.
‚ÄúWhat? I just bought these light wash jeans. Do you know how hard it is to get chocolate out of denim? Do you Robin?‚ÄĚ
Through her laughter, Robin managed to answer. ‚ÄúSteve, your ass just announced to Billy Hargrove that you like to get it up the ass.‚ÄĚ
‚ÄúWhat!?‚ÄĚ Steve shouted. ‚ÄúRobin, shut up, there is no way you can tell that by looking at my butt alone.‚ÄĚ
Robin continued to laugh at him, especially once she noticed the way his face had flushed. She gave him a shove from over the counter. ‚ÄúThanks for confirming dingus but I don‚Äôt mean he read your ass like palm reading dude. Do you know anything about handkerchiefs?‚ÄĚ
‚ÄúWhat do you mean? I like my handkerchief; it makes me look cool.‚ÄĚ
‚ÄúYou know how we had that conversation about you accepting that you sometimes like guys? And how you could signal to that to other people through wearing an earring on your right ear? But you were too scared because you thought it would look stupid?‚ÄĚ
Steve deflated, lowering his tense shoulders unsure of where she was going with this. ‚ÄúYeah, I remember.‚ÄĚ
‚ÄúSteve, your handkerchief is part of a code. Billy walked into the store, took one look at you up on that ladder with your ass and accessory of choice on display. One that says ‚ÄėI like to take it up the ass‚Äô and Billy definitely knew the code. The gay hanky code.‚ÄĚ
‚ÄúThere‚Äôs a gay hanky code? No one told me about a code, why is there a code? Why is the gay thing so complicated?‚ÄĚ
Robin just laughed, patting him on the shoulder. ‚ÄúCould‚Äôve been worse, at least you don‚Äôt have a yellow one.‚ÄĚ
‚ÄúWhy, what does yellow mean?‚ÄĚ
‚ÄúTrust me you don‚Äôt want to know.‚ÄĚ
Steve cringed, trusting her. She‚Äôd already told him too many things he didn‚Äôt want to know. He leaned forward, smashing his head onto the counter.
‚ÄúWhat do I do about Billy?‚ÄĚ He asked.
‚ÄúOh my god. You totally like him, don‚Äôt you?‚ÄĚ
‚ÄúFuck off Robin, at least he doesn‚Äôt sing like a Muppet.‚ÄĚ
‚ÄúDidn‚Äôt he beat you up?‚ÄĚ She gave him a look.
‚ÄúThat was like two years ago. He found me alone with four kids, including his sister who wasn‚Äôt meant to be there. Besides we‚Äôve established, I seem to like people who treat me like shit.‚ÄĚ
‚ÄúMommy issues,‚ÄĚ Robin snickered.
‚ÄúShut it Robin, I am dying here.‚ÄĚ Steve groaned into the counter.
‚ÄúIt‚Äôll be fine. If he knows the code then he is one of us, which obvious, I mean the hair, the earing. He will either say nothing or‚Ä¶‚ÄĚ Robin trailed off, giving him a smirk.
‚ÄúOr what!?‚ÄĚ Steve said, lifting his head in question.
‚ÄúHe might respond.‚ÄĚ
‚ÄúI don‚Äôt know Steve, just keep an eye on his back pockets dude. Shouldn‚Äôt be hard now, should it?‚ÄĚ
Steve flushed and kicked his leg out behind him gently kicking Robin in the shin.
‚ÄúWe go from decoding Russian transmissions to decoding sexy hanky messages.‚ÄĚ
Robin laughed at him again, but he still felt like he was going to die of embarrassment.