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WHO: Billy Hargrove, Tommy Shepherd
WHERE: The Beach
WHAT: Celebrating a certain someone’s birthday
WHEN: Evening of Oct. 12th
WARNINGS: Boyfriends

It's taken awhile to get everything set up. The hammock posted up on the beach just out of reach of the high tide; the branches and wood of various thickness tented together at a safe distance from said hammock; a blanket with the edges tucked into the sand with a large tray covered by another cloth held down by rocks; candles he had asked Tommy for a month or so ago to use in the beach house. Billy stands back, observing that everything is in the perfect spot with hands on his hips.

Earlier in the month they had a rough start. A bad day for Tommy with bad words from Hargrove in his anger that was mirroring his boyfriend's. But there was something that stuck out to the blond, something that let him know that what he was doing was right.

'The only one that wanted me. The only one that ever celebrated my birthday!' Billy could do this now, could let his boyfriend feel so damn special on his day. No being overshadowed by accident with Kaplan. No joint birthday. Just Tommy.

And of course he's made sure he's looking good. A fresh shower, a good scrub on his cheeks to bring out the color, and yes, even a spritz of cologne (thank you Munson). He's got on his cleanest jeans and a tank top from his own birthday, but has decided against boots for now. He feels really good about this.

Really good about it. Billy thinks it's really gonna make his boyfriend happy and that just feels the blond with this Good Feeling he can't quite describe yet, even after all these months. He reaches down to check, again, that the little wrapped cloth is still there. It is. It won't go anywhere until he needs it to.

Ruffling his hair as a last distraction, Billy crouches to set a spark to the candle wicks, then moves away to text Tommy.

'Took care of dinner for you tonight. Meet me at the beach. Sunset. No is not an option.'

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Tommy calming down takes some of the tension out of Billy - but there's some still there. This conversation was pressing at some upbringing from his family and society that he was not sure about. There's nothing said and he lets the speedster talk about his dislike for full beards.

"Not a fan of girls wearing a lot of it?" Because again, it's something for girls. It only briefly crosses his mind that Tommy's probably talking about boys and girls and not just the latter. So there's some of that tension in him again.

"Yeah. Yeah, I know that. I guess things are... different in your time back home? That shi—— That stuff isn't the norm for me."

"Or guys," Tommy corrects. Maybe he made an exception for David.

"And it's not the norm for me, either, Billy. People have to fight for the freedom of expression all the time. Like you."

He gestures up and down the stretch of Billy.

"You've got the whole bad boy vibe. And some public schools with dress codes do their best to prevent people from dressing like that. They want to punish you for not conforming, for not being true to yourself. Which I'm always, 100% of the time, against."

Or guys. This was going to be a lot to think about. Guys wearing girls' clothes, and makeup. Girls probably wearing guy stuff and working on cars n' shit.

Tommy gets his full attention at the remark of his freedom of expression, and the gesture to the rest of his body.

"So... you're saying that guys wearing stuff for girls is a freedom of expression?" It might take a little bit to break him off this idea that clothes had gender. Or however Tommy had put it.

"I'm saying that literally anything we wear is freedom of expression, handsome," Tommy says with a chuckle before reaching up to lightly touch Billy's earring. Then he moves his fingers to his own new necklace. "Like these. These express our connection."

So yes, he thinks people wearing whatever they want means whatever they want. Though it's also about history.

"It used to be that girls weren't allowed to wear pants. And swimsuits for men and women covered their whole bodies. Things change. Expression gets to evolve."

His face follows Tommy’s movement, almost getting his chin in that hand that brushes his earring. There’s a lot of conflicting emotions and it’s kind of clear on his face. He wants his boyfriend to be able to express himself how he wants but girl clothes? Corsets? Skirts?

But Tommy was right - because of course he was, the guy is smart - about the old days where women couldn’t wear pants or show ankle and men could only wear one piece suits for swimming.

"It does. I’m just… I’m having a really hard time wrapping my head around it."

"Gonna be honest, Sunshine, so did I at first," Tommy agrees with a laugh before moving to put his head down again. "But when I ended up with the Kaplans and I needed a different way to prove I was in charge of my life. That people couldn't control me. I ended up at a lot of clubs, a lot of gay clubs too. Drag shows and burlesques and all sorts of places all around the world. Spent a lot of time talking to a lot of people."

And in the process he learned a lot of things. It opened his mind. But he'd always heard that travel, that meeting other people, was the best way to do that.

"But you're smart. IN your own way you're fucking whip smart too. And I think if you wanted to wrap your head around it, with enough time you could. Which is cool. But you also don't have to think that's your expression. Or be into that expression in other people. All that matters is you let them live their true selves and they let you live your true self."

Tommy will definitely feel Billy relax. Does it help that the guy says he struggled to accept it as well? It does actually. He breathes in and out under Tommy’s head as they relax together in bed.

"I have my car. And fighting. Surfing now, since I got my board earlier this year." He wasn’t as well traveled as his boyfriend, but Tommy won’t hold that against him. Maybe. Hopefully. He lets out an exhale and picks up another piece of meat to toss to Tommy. Boyfriend enrichment tasks while they relaxed. "I probably can. Gotta think it over and untangle it in my head. And I want you to be able to do what you want without worrying about what I think. Just because my upbringing made me a little shitty doesn’t mean you should hide it."

"You think I'd let you keep me from doing whatever I want?" Tommy asks with a smile. "At least when it comes to my self expression? If I wanted to be in skirts, I'd be in skirts. I can show off my legs just as well in bootie shorts, man. Which is what laundry day is for."

"You wouldn't and I know you wouldn't. If I tried, you'd just speed away from me and do it anyways. While I watched, to make a point." He can imagine Tommy doing exactly that, with a smug grin on his face turned to Billy in challenge. A challenge his boyfriend would never be able to meet.

But oh. Right. Tommy had booty shorts. Another future thing, but he's sure he's seen something like what Tommy had in a magazine. It looked like underwear to him.

No, don't think about Tommy in his underwear. Don't do it--

"That sounds like they're just underwear that you can wear in public."

Yes, while he watched. It would be one hell of a point. One he would be very happy to make thank you very much. He knows he looks good and his boyfriend should acknowledge that in all things, even if the things don't do it for him specifically.

And then he's barking out a joyful laugh, because Billy's not quite wrong.

"I mean, no. They cover a bit more than tighty whities. Or a thong or jock strap. Less than boxers. Slightly less than boxer briefs which is what I prefer because of hte lines of the costume. But yeah. They're probably indecent in a lot of places and times."

God, his boyfriend would be so petty.

Billy loves it.

But as Tommy rattles off the variations of underwear, including his personal preference, Billy imagines his boyfriend in each one. Which is the wrong thing to do because he is still a guy with needs - one that becomes very apparent from under the blanket. Meat and cheese get displaced as the blond immediately goes to cover himself, going red. "Babe, stop talking about you in your underwear!!"

Petty calls to petty, doesn't it? They have that sort of energy. And it's fucking awesome, isn't it?

But the whole situation turns into one that is faintly amusing to Tommy even as it's clearly embarrassing for Billy. He tries to keep from crowing in delight at the reaction he was working up to just by describing underwear types. And, of course, he saves the meat and cheese so he can eat the last few bites.

Grinning with just the littlest bit of mischief.

"Yeah, I'll stop. But you know I'm feeling sexy as fuck right now, right? Got my boyfriend all hot and bothered just by talking about types of underwear. Makes a guy feel good. Bet you used to get all sorts of engines revving like that."

With the food finished, it's easier to sit up slightly to rearrange the blanket over his groin. He sees that mischievous grin. Little fucking Jersey Devil. With his hand still covering himself, he leans/rolls a little to crowd into Tommy's space.

"Little shit. I was imagining you in each one you mentioned," specifically the thong, but he keeps it to himself for now. Because he's gonna kiss his boyfriend. "I do get engines revving like that. And you should rev my engine, you sexy fucker you."

Oh Billy, was rolling toward Tommy the best idea when your body is already so worked up? Wouldn't want to hold that against Tommy now, would you? Might lead to make outs.

"Sounds like you did it to yourself. I didn't intend to hit the gas but you're just easy for that, aren't you?"

No, it wasn't, but Billy wasn't the King of Good Ideas, he was the King of Hawkins High. And that's why his hand is there! To protect Tommy from having that pressed against him!

He smirks against Tommy's lips. "I hope you're not calling your boyfriend easy. Because you might be right, but as of late, I'm only easy for one very specific person." Despite his reputation as a playboy back home, Billy really had kept his gaze only to Tommy.

Why would Tommy need protected from that?

"Hey, easy for only one person is still easy," Tommy laughs. "And, Playboy, I think maybe you're making things a little risque if you're rolled over toward me like that. COuld get me worked up too. Seems rude when you did it to yourself in the first place."

Because Billy doesn't want to make things awkward by accident!

He leans in, close with eyes dark. "Yeah? I'm starting to think I'm not the only easy one in this bed right now." But then Billy moves his hips out of the way, rolling onto his stomach instead and holding himself up with his elbows on the bed so he can still lean in towards his boyfriend. "I did it because my boyfriend wouldn't stop describing his preference for underwear and letting me imagine him in them. He's a diabolical Jersey Devil, working me up like that."

Then there's a grin, and a lean in to kiss Tommy's nose.

Oh come on, they wouldn't be any more awkward than this already was.

"Dude, I'm so easy I'm practically training wheels," Tommy laughs as his boyfriend readjusts himself. "Like, I cannot judge you, at all. But it's not me that worked you up. It was you."

"I could get you worked up. Then we'd both be even, until you dashed away to take care of being worked up." Billy smirks, like he's up to no good even in the wake of Tommy's delightful laughter. The glint turns a little dark in his eyes with a slow grin.

"I could get you allll worked up, and then roll over to sleep." Like it wouldn't effect him, too. "Want me to do that?"

"You wouldn't," Tommy laughs. "I think you could try, but I'm strong. I can control myself."

So yeah, he's pretty confident that he's going to get to enjoy whatever Billy did in his own mind later. But working him up now? Not happening.

Billy leans in, ghosting kisses from Tommy's lips to his jawline and peppering them up towards his ear. "Yeah?" comes the intrigued and soft whisper. Oh and one hand is not idle. Not when Billy shifts his weight to one arm so the other hand is free to grab Tommy's and pull.

Pull it between skin and sheets until his boyfriend can feel the full effect the talk of underwear had on him. Billy is definitely still hard, shorts heated from his body temperature.

"Just how strong are you, baby?" he whispers in Tommy's ear.

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Yeah, that's pretty good of an attempt. But Tommy smiles and accepts the kisses and lets Billy have his hand. WHat's the guy going to do? Put it on that cute ass? Nope, that won't phase him.

And then... Oh fuck.

"You damn minx," he hisses out, his voice shaking just a little. "Fucking tease. Menace."

Got him. Billy leans in to kiss, maybe even bite that earlobe a little with a huffed out little laugh, before pulling Tommy's hand away and drawing back from his head. "Now we're even, yeah?"

He laughs again, settling like his face isn't flushed pink with dark eyes. Like he's not effected by making his boyfriend cop a feel. "Anyways, I guess this is the part where I roll over and go to sleep like I said?" Billy is so teasing right now.

Asshole. Fucking asshole.

"This isn't even. You did it to yourself, and now you did it to me too," Tommy pouts. "What a fucking tease. One of these days I'm going to take you apart so thoroughly you're going to be left shaking and won't be able to walk for a day."

Billy laughs and ducks his head against Tommy’s shoulder when he hears the pout in that voice. He picks back up and grins at the guy. His guy.

"I’m gonna hold you to that. And look forward to it. You gotta take of yourself before we actually cuddle up for sleep?"

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