Steve will remember Tina's Halloween party for a long time, because at this party he broke up, met Billy, had sex with him in the toilet, later they became a couple, and now they are married
“Shit, that’s Billy,” someone says over the walky talkie. Steve can’t make out who it is, but his stomach drops with the realization: The person who he hit. Who stumbled out of that burning car. It’s Billy.
The radio is in his hand before he can even think of what to say. “We have to get that thing out of him!” is all he manages before he jumps back into the car and speeds towards the mall.
The past few days flash before his mind. Billy’s unusual absence from teasing Steve at the beginning of his shifts at Scoops. The lack of calls in the evenings. Granted, Steve was distracted by the whole Russian base under the mall thing. But things are falling into place and he does not like the conclusion he comes to.
It’s one thing to imagine what his boyfriend might feel, possessed by a terrifying monster. It’s another thing to finally see Billy, covered in sweat and blood and dark veins, his face twisted into that same tightly wound rigor he’s only had when he thought his dad would find them out. In his eyes, there’s only fear.
Steve knows: The monster wants them dead.
And he decides, when he watches it approach, that he’s not going to watch Billy die.
When Billy’s eyes land on him, his expression cracks and the panic bleeds through, blatant and raw for everyone to see.
When Billy feels like crap, he comes to Steve. They spend the evening together, Billy telling jokes and Steve laughing like a child. And from Steve's smile, Billy's soul becomes warm