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Nobody's Home
Steve's sob comes out in choked pants as his body thrusts forward, hard. He's face down, cheek squished down into his pillow as Billy pounds into him from behind. His hole feels sore and abused but goddamnit he loves it. He'll take anything from the Californian bad boy, as long as it fills him up and makes him feel whole. He's been so empty for so long, ever since Nancy had left him for Johnathan and he'd basically lost all of his cool points with his friends at school. Billy helped him fill that void, every night when he came around.
That didn't mean he was all into helping Steve fill his loneliness though.
For all Billy knew and cared, Steve was just a whore, willing to give him his body any time he called or pulled up at his house, bruised from a fight with his Dad and high off his ass from alcohol and weed. He barely even looked Steve in the eyes when they met like this, much less spoke to him. He'd keep himself distant and cold despite the warmth his cock gave to Steve's insides. And he never held Steve when he fucked him.
At the moment, he's thrusting hard into the pretty brunette's ass, hands splayed out on Steve's childhood bed. Steve's light, high-pitched moans and gasps turn him on to no fucking end and he feels his orgasm start to unfurl in his stomach. He sees the shiny tear tracks on Steve's face, glittery at the corner of his eye. The boy's lips are swollen and bitten red from trying to hold in his cries. But Billy doesn't care that he's crying. Doesn't make a move to comfort the pretty boy as he sobs into his pillow. He doesn't even run his fingers through that wonderful hair, not inclined to provide soothing relief to the body he'd been making his own for the past few weeks.
"Fuck!" He growls, holding Steve down as climaxed, spilling his cum into the boy's tight pussy. God, if Steve were a girl, he'd already be knocked up after all the times Billy had bred him. His hands hold the brunette down by his neck, making sure he takes every bit of it like the bitch he is. This is the only time Billy will ever touch him. Will ever hold him and though it breaks Steve's goddamn heart, he welcomes the touch. Feels comforted by it. Tears fall from his eyes as he silently takes Billy's hard thrusts, feeling the cum spill inside his beat up cunt. God, if he could have this every hour of every day, he'd gladly take it.
When he's done, Billy pulls put of him without much care and wipes his slick cock off on Steve's thigh.
Steve lies there, shattered and sore with his eyes staring blankly at his window. He's still hard, but Billy's never cared about getting him off. This wasn't about him and it certainly wasn't about giving him something pleasurable to fill his emptiness with. This was about Billy using him to get off. And somehow, his standards and self-respect had dropped so fucking low that he'd just accepted it, simply happy that at least someone still wanted something from him. That someone still cared to even be around him.
He hears the clinking of Billy's belt buckle, the zipping up of his jeans and then footsteps. And just like that, Billy's gone.
And he lets the emotion overtake him. His body wracks through hard, gut-wrenching sobs that he tries to muffle in his pillow. He doesn't even care about relieving himself anymore. He's empty and alone again, just the way he was when Billy had first arrived. Just a used doormat that Billy wiped his feet on when he came and then when he left. His chest is in agony as he tries to reign in his cries but nothing works. It's a blinding pain that never goes away these days unless Billy's fucking him.
He eventually falls asleep to the sounds of his own choked-up sobs, holding on to his pillow for dear life.