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This chapter is mature and has some heavy boyxboy action and language so if there are any children nearby shield their eyes :) Thank you to my friend who helped me write this because I have no idea what dudes do together :)

I hid out in the bathroom stall until it was time to go out to the gym. My eyes scanned all around, trying to locate Billy. He was nowhere to be found. Where the heck did he go? Maybe I was just missing him but our class wasn't that big. I would just wait until Coach Wheeler took roll. I would find him then. Comforted by that I sat down in my squad. Coach Wheeler called out Billy's name. No answer. Seriously did he disappear from the face of the earth?

"Spencer, do you know where Billy is?" Coach Wheeler asked me.

Without hesitation I covered for him. "Oh yeah. Billy had a bad taco for lunch. He is at the nurse right now." I whispered so no one else would hear my lie. Coach Wheeler nodded and marked Billy presented. I sighed in relief, glad he didn't go to verify my story. Then I went back to focusing on Billy. Where was he really? Did he disappear because of what happened in the locker room? I wanted to understand why I did what I did so badly but that would involve me swallowing my pride and telling him about my past. I didn't know if I could do that. Anyways I still wasn't sure if it was some sick, cruel joke. Billy being gay and trying to kiss me was too much for my head to wrap around. How could he like me? Wait until he knew the real me. I was just saving him from that shocker, I tried to reassure myself. But that look on his face kept popping up in the front of my mind. I tried to shake it off and made my way to the track. We ran the mile again and once again I was the first one done. This time though I didn't stop running. I kept going until it was time to go into the locker room. Billy wasn't in the locker room either. All his stuff was gone. I felt a pang of guilt stabbed through me. Frowning, I changed at our locker and headed to class. There was no sight of Billy the rest of the school day. I knew I was going to see him tonight. He was working at the store. Maybe I would just stay upstairs all night. Yeah, that was a lot easier than having to be near him. I walked home with a dark, heavy cloud hanging over my head.

"Hey." I said, walking into the store. Grandpa's head popped up from behind the counter.

"Hey, son. How was your day?" Grandpa asked.

"Good." I lied. Well, all the way up to lunch was good so it was a half lie.

"That's good. Spencer can you watch the store while I go upstairs for a minute?" He asked.

"Yes, Grandpa." I said, glad that there wasn't any further questions. I sat on the counter top, waiting for Grandpa to come back down. Hopefully he would get back down before Billy got here but luck was not on my side today. Billy walked right through the door. My stomach dropped when I saw him. His lips twitched downwards but he kept his smile that was plastered on. I wondered briefly how many times that smile had been faked before.

"Hey." Billy said, cheerfully. I could hear how forced it was.

"Hey." I said, biting my lip. Neither one of us said anything as we waited for Grandpa come to back downstairs.

"Hey, Billy." Grandpa said, coming into the store.

"Hello, sir." Billy said, smiling.

"Spencer, your grandma needs help upstairs." Grandpa said to me. Thank you Grandma, for not making me have to come up with some excuse to leave this awkwardness.

"Yes, sir." I said and headed upstairs. I found Grandma in the kitchen, washing dishes.

"Hi, sweetie." She said, turning her head towards me.

"Hey, Grandma." I said. "What do you need help with?"

"Are you any good at fixing bathroom sinks?" Grandma asked, turning off the kitchen sink. I had only fixed one before with my dad when I was fourteen. It wasn't the best experience but I learned how to. Plus it kept me away from Billy.

"Yes. What's wrong with it?" I asked.

"We think there is a clog in the drain and also the shower is leaking." Grandma said. What did they do to the bathroom while I was at school? Resisting the urge to ask that, I started my work. I didn't finish until dinner. I cleaned up and went into the kitchen. Everybody was there but Billy thankfully. But my curiosity got the better of me.

"Where's Billy?" I asked, grabbing a plate.

"He said his parents were home tonight and he wanted to spend time with them." Grandma said, bringing in a bowl on steaming potatoes. I nodded, hoping he was alright. Dinner was like every other night. We all told stories about our day. I felt better about what happened today by the time dinner was over. Aunt Niccole left right after dinner, saying she needed to grade tests(she was a seventh grade history teacher). I finished cleaning up the kitchen for Grandma when she got a phone call. A few minutes later, she came back in.

"Spencer, can you take a plate of leftovers to Billy?" Grandma asked, pulling out two containers of leftovers.

"Yes, but why? I thought his parents were home." I asked, not really wanting to be alone with him anymore.

"I thought so too but Niccole called and said that his parents weren't there. She drove past his house." Grandma said, scooping out leftovers on to a plastic plate. Why would he lie about that? He could have just said no if he didn't want to see me. Anyways I doubt he would take any food from me but I couldn't tell Grandma that.

"Alright." I said, watching her cover the plate in a plastic wrap.

"Don't rush home either. You can spend the night if you want." Grandma offered, handing me the plate. I almost laughed but I bit my lip to suppress it.

"Alright, thanks." I said, knowing fully well that I wasn't going to. I was going to use my old school work excuse. I walked over to Billy's house, praying he would just take the food and close the door or not even answer the door. When I got there, I saw that Aunt Niccole was right. His parents weren't home. I rang the doorbell. Billy answered the door a few minutes later. His eyes were red from crying. My heart started to ache. I was already ruining this boy.

"What are you doing here?" He asked, not bothering to put on a smile.

"Umm...Grandma." I said, holding up the leftovers. His eyes lit up at the sight of food but then they dimmed as he looked up at me.

"And she sent you here?" Billy asked. I nodded, feeling terrible.

"Well, thanks then." He said, taking the plate away. I wanted to kiss, let him know that I wanted him too. He started to turn away and close the door but I grabbed his arm. "Billy." He turned and looked up at me. Those eyes made me break. I kissed him. Fireworks, flames, sparks, fires whatever you're supposed to feel when you kiss someone I felt and then some. His lips were so soft and sweet. The passion that came from his lips crushed mine. I heard him slam the door shut. Did anyone see us? But that thought was quickly forgotten about as Billy was now pushing me up the stairs. Then I felt a soft bed underneath me. My eyes widen. My plan of pushing him away was crumbling all around me but I couldn't hurt him anymore. I pulled away. He looked at me confused.

"Spencer, what's wrong?" He asked, concerned.

"I can't hurt you." I told him. He sat up still on top of me, looking hurt and angry. Great the exact opposite of what I wanted. I pushed him off of me and got up. I was going to walk away but then he stopped me, grabbing my arm.

"What the hell, Spencer? Why do you keep pushing me away? I keep putting all this effort in just to have you tease me. You don't tell me a damn thing!" Billy yelled, angry more than hurt now. I turned around,quickly yanking my arm out of his hand. All of my feelings of concern evaporated and was replaced with feelings of anger and frustration.

"What the fuck do you want me to tell you? That everyday my dad would come home and fucking beat me. You wanna know why? Sometimes it was just because he was fucking bored and there was nothing on fucking TV. My mother was too fucking scared to do a damn thing about it. She rather see me, her own son, get the shit beat of him then fucking stand up to my dad. Then he threaten to kill me after he found out I was gay because some guy kissed me in the locker room and told everybody about it. He even beat the shit out of me. Is that what you wanted me to fucking tell you?" I asked, yelling. God, he made me so mad. Why couldn't see that I was trying to protect him? He didn't need me. Then I looked up at him.

"Damn it why are you crying?" I asked, softly barely above a whisper. I didn't mean to make him cry.

"Because I care about you, and I know you do too. I can see it in those beautiful blue eyes of yours." He whispered. I turned away, not wanting to look at him. He took a step closer, turning my head back towards him. His warm, electrifying hands caressed my cheek. "I know how much you want me too." His beautiful gems looked down at my body's betrayal. Then I looked up at him and all my walls of protection came crumbling down. I buried my head into his shoulders, breathing in his intoxicating scent. He kissed my neck, gently. Eventually his lips made its way to my mouth. His sweet, warm, moist tongue snaked it way back into my mouth. I bit his tasty lower lip, receiving a small whimper. I felt myself get harder. My heart was racing with anticipation. He pulled away from me, briefly. I started to protest but then my shirt was gone. I was alright with that. My breath grew rough and jagged as he moved closer and closer to me again, until his body was pressed up against me. His hard on was now rubbing up against my thigh. I grinded up against him, making him moan. I smiled as he kissed my lips again. Our tongues tangoed together, fighting for dominance. His tongue won but then he quickly went down my neck. I moaned, wanting him to travel further south. Why was he torturing me with his sweet kisses? He kissed each of my shoulders. His fingers traced my abs and lingered over my racing heart. His fingers danced across chest and arms. He would stop over scars from my past and kiss then softly. The way he treated and touched me made me feel beautiful. Then he kissed the boundary right above my waistband. I moaned in pleasure. He fell to his knees, kissing my bulge. I quickly scrambled to unzip my pants and pull my jeans along with my boxers down. A small whimper came from him as looked down at me. I smiled, feeling proud of myself.

"Oh my god." I moaned as his mouth encumbered my tip. His warm, moist tongue flicked my top. I closed my eyes and grabbed his thick, soft hair, shoving the rest of myself in him. His tongue swirled around me. Sweet damn, he was angel. I was trying to last long but his tongue just kept going faster and faster until I pushed him off of me.

"Damn, Billy." I moaned. I slowly let go of his hair and pulled out. My heart was racing as I threw him on his bed. I wanted to make him feel as good as he made me feel.

I kissed his chest all over, telling him how beautiful he was. I felt his heart racing through his bare chest. As I kissed him, I rubbed him through his jeans. He groaned, burying his face in my chest. I undid his jeans, not wanting to wait any longer. He sprung out. I felt myself get even harder. I kissed his tip, earning a moan of pleasure from him. I closed my eyes, letting him deep throat me. In between his moans, I heard him grab the head board. I mimicked his actions from earlier. The noises he made turned me on. I started swirling faster around him. He pulled himself out of my mouth and flipped me over on the bed.

I felt him kiss from my shoulders to my ass. Nerves started fluttering in my stomach the closer he got to my ass. No one had ever been there. Not that my sexual experience had been that vast to begin with. Billy kissed my hole and started licking all around. What nerves I had left as I was in pure ecstasy.

"Billy," I whimpered.

"Yes, baby," Billy asked, gasping for air.

"Please fuck me," I begged. I heard him chuckle and then some rustling around behind me. I was confused for a moment and then I felt cool liquid pour over my hole. Billy's fingers worked their way inside me slowly and gently. It felt uncomfortable at first but quickly it turned into pleasure. After a few minutes, Billy pulled out his fingers and asked,

"Are you ready, Spencer?"

"Yes," I nodded. He pulled me up higher on the bed and placed a pillow under my stomach.

"Uh, let me know if it hurts too much, babe," Billy said, concerned. I felt the tip of his head against the back of me.

"Just take it slow," I said, feeling suddenly nervous again. I felt him start to go inside me. I whimpered. It was uncomfortable as he started moving in and out. Slowly, I loosened up and my nerves went away. That's when the pleasure hit. I heard Billy moaning as he began to pick up the pace. I felt a great surge of pleasure as he hit something inside of me. Then he kept hitting it repeatedly. I moaned and started stroking myself. I had never felt this amazing in my entire life. I could feel my orgasm start to build up.

"Billy, don't stop," I moaned.

"Oh, Spencer, I'm so close," he cried out. Every nerve in my body was soaked in ecstasy and when he said that, I completely lost control. I orgasmed hard. Everything went black. All I could feel was pleasure and then Billy finishing inside me. His moans of pleasure as he finished made me instantly want to have sex all over again.

"Jesus." He whispered after it subsided. "That was great." He flipped me over in the bed so that we were face to face again.

"Amazing." I corrected. He smiled in agreement and laid down beside me. I wrapped my arm around him, tightly. A tiny part of me was afraid he would leave me like Carl and Adam did. I thought that if I held on tightly he couldn't abandon me. He laced his fingers with mine. I smiled, happier than I had ever been in my life. Within a couple of minutes, I heard Billy's soft snores filled the otherwise silent room. I smiled down at him. For a moment I thought of Carl. I remembered how guilty he looked afterwards. I finally understood why. John was the love of his life and he felt like he was betraying John by fooling around with me. I hugged Billy a little closer to me, savoring his touch. I hoped I wouldn't end up like Carl, just having memories of what my lover felt like.

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"Hey, babe. We got to get up." Billy whispered, softly into my ear. He was gently shaking me. I opened my eyes to find myself staring at his beautiful face. I could get use to this, I smiled. Our fingers were still intertwined together. I kissed his hand, making him blush. I was still in a cloud from last night.

"Do we have to?" I complained. I was more than willing to stay in bed with him all day. He laughed.

"Yes, silly. We have to go to work. You know at your grandparent's store." He reminded me.

"Oh yeah." I said, remembering now. He laughed, kissing my head.

"I'm going to go get ready." Billy said, sitting up. I wanted to ask for him to stay but I didn't want to be needy so I just nodded, letting him place a long passionate kiss on my lips. I smiled and watched him go out the door. I rolled over to find my clothes on the side of the bed. I started putting them.

"Spencer, what did you do to my neck?" I heard Billy yell from the hallway. Uh-oh.

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