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I heard Billy walking down the hallway, quickening my sped I tried to finish getting dress. Billy tackled me before I could even start putting on my jeans. I rolled on top of him, laughing. His warm, bare skin sent shots of electricity through me, making me hot. Distracted by his body, he pinned me to the bed with a tight hold on my wrists. I could have easily unpinned myself but I didn't want to. He could do anything he wanted right now to me and I wouldn't care. Billy looked down at me with those seductive emerald eyes. I stopped laughing, slowly as his mouth moved near mine but my smile still stayed plastered to my face.

"You think it's funny?" He asked his lips just inches from mine. I nodded, smirking. He lightly kissed my lips, sending butterflies down my stomach. Then he moved down to my neck. I loved those warm, moist lips. I could still taste them still. I closed my eyes, letting him kiss my neck and do whatever else he wanted. I thought of how amazing last night was. It was a night of pure love. I couldn't imagine it being wrong like everyone else said it was. I was with a person I loved. Loving Billy Hale wasn't something I would ever admit to before last night but now I just wanted to tell everybody. My fear of what people would do to him was still too strong to do so quite yet but until then I would show him until the day I died. I smiled, thinking how nice it would be to spend the rest of my life with Billy. Then my eyes snapped wide open was I felt my neck begin to hurt. He pulled away, grinning.

"There I'm done." He announced, smugly. He sat up with his legs still wrapped around me.

"You gave me a hickey?" I asked, shocked.

"Yes, I did." Billy said, still smug. He slid off of me, making my frown tug even further downwards.

"I'm going to get you." I said, sitting up.

"But alas, we don't have time for that." Billy said, in his sexy southern drawl. He ran out of the room with just a wink. I sat there for a moment, smiling like an idiot now. Billy got me and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it...for now. Just wait, Billy, I'll get you but in the meantime I needed to cover up this hickey. The last thing I needed was for Grandma to ask me where I got a hickey from. My face was already starting to turn red, thinking about how to explain myself out of that one.

"Billy, does your mom have any make up?" I asked, walking in on Billy changing. He stood straight up, his face bright as a tomato as he covered himself up with a pair of jeans. I laughed.

"What?" He asked, confused. He clutched his jeans tighter to him.

"I saw you naked last night. You have nothing to hide anymore." I smirked. He loosened his hold on his jeans.

"True." He said, putting his jeans on. Now all that was bare was his tan chest, not that I had a problem with that. "So what do you want with my mom's make up?"

"To cover up this." I said, pointing to the still wet, red hickey.

"No." It was Billy's turn to smirk now.

"No?" I questioned.

"Nope." He said, popping the 'p'. He had a devilish grin on his face.

"Why not?" I asked in disbelief. "My grandparents are going to ask where I got this." He started laughing. That was his point apparently. "They are going to put two and two together when they see one on your neck." I pointed out.

"And that's a problem why?" Billy asked. He was still smiling but his eyes were more serious. I sighed. I didn't want to risk being found out especially for Billy's sake. He didn't need to go through that pain and humiliation.

"I just don't want anyone to know that we're together right now." I tried to explain.

"We're together?" He asked, raising his eyebrow. Oh, shit are we? I just made a very stupid assumption. Just because I loved him and we had a very passionate night together didn't mean he was already there. I was already ruining this.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I just-I..." I said, trying to get myself out of this hole but Billy stopped me. Billy pulled me into his arms and then dropped down to my waist. I glued my eyes to the floor, embarrassed.

"I like being your boyfriend, Spencer. I promise I won't hurt you like that other boy did." He whispered in my ear, making me melt. I knew he would keep to that promise. He kissed my neck, holding the back of my head with one hand. I smiled up at him. Billy pulled away, reluctantly.

"I'm going to get my mom's make up." He said. I nodded. He kissed my forehead before leaving the bathroom. I was left to my thoughts now. Billy didn't even know all those darkest corners of my past and he was already willing to accept me for them. I didn't know if that made him perfect or just delusional. I was going to have to wait and see on that one but for now he was perfect. Billy came back a minute later with a makeup bag.

"I'll do you first." I said, taking the little pink make up bag from him. He smirked at me, trying to control a laugh. I rolled my eyes and said, "Get your head out of the gutter." He let out a laugh as he sat on top of the brown counter. I smiled at him while opening the bag. There wasn't much to work with but I could do it. As I cover his hickey, I started to admire my work. It was a nice sized hickey. Too bad Billy didn't appreciate my work. I let out a small sigh and continued to disguise it.

"Ta-da." I said, as I finished re-examining my work. He turned to look into the mirror.

"Wow, thanks babe." He said, impressed.

"Mhm." I said, hoping he wouldn't ask how I was good with makeup.

"Alright, your turn." He said, with a grin. That smile instantly made my lips turn upwards. I handed him the makeup, hoping he would know how to do it. It's not like I didn't know how to use cover up on myself, I just rather not. I watched Billy try to hide my hickey but all he was doing was making it into a swirly, blotchy mess.

"Here, I'll do it." I offered, nicely. I took the cover up and turned towards the mirror. Within a minute, I corrected Billy's mistake and looked as if his lips had never graced my neck. That made me frown but it had to be done. I put the make up back in the bag as Billy finished getting dressed.

"Are you ready?" He asked, pulling me closer to him as I was still sitting on the counter.

"Yeah." I said right before I planted a quick kiss on his lips. I saw red flush his cheeks. To be honest, I was a little more than proud when I saw him blush. He stepped back, letting me slide off the counter. We walked out the house holding hands. Then we just had our pinkies intertwined. Even just that small touch, that small contact made my heart race. I had to fight the urge to wrap my arms around his waist or lean my head on his shoulders. I just wanted to show my love for him so badly but then I saw those boys in the locker room right before they beat me up. That fear kept my affections at bay.

"Does your grandma know that you were at my house last night?" Billy asked the first to speak.

"Umm..yeah kinda." I said. Billy gave me a look. "I mean she said I could spend the night if I wanted to."

"I'm glad you did." He said, flirty.

"Me too." I blushed. I hated how I blushed so easily. It was so embarrassing especially when he gave that cocky smile after he did so.

"Don't worry. I'll come visit you tonight." He whispered, leaning into my ear. My cheeks grew hotter. The thought of him being in the same bed as me with my grandparents in the same house oddly turned me on and Billy knew that.

"What about church?" I finally managed to ask. It wasn't exactly like he would manage to stroll out of my room before church, half naked.

"I'll bring clothes over and just change in the morning." He answered, simply. I didn't think anything was complicated in Billy's head.

"And my grandparents?" I asked, with a sigh. He forgot the rule on nobody over before church. I was cursing that rule now but it didn't seem to bother Billy.

"I'll just sneak over. That will make it more romantic." He said. I rolled my eyes unable to resist the blush that had re fallen on my face. Billy sounded like he had it all figured out. No reason to argue on my part.

"I can't wait." I said, blushing a bright red. He smiled at me almost as if he were proud. Probably was.

"So how'd you get so good at makeup?" Billy asked.

I stopped dead in my tracks.

"I...uh used to help my mom," I lied. Billy grabbed my arm and pulled me towards him. I looked around nervously.

"Spencer, it's just us, don't lie to me," Billy said. His eyes were wide with concern. "You can talk to me about this stuff,". I could feel those walls wanting to be built back up. I wanted to hide behind them. They were safe. But did I want safe or did I want Billy?

"I had lots of black eyes as a kid. My mom covered them up at first but once I got older, my dad wouldn't let her so I had to do it myself," Every word was carefully spoken and had to fight against the bricks of the wall that wanted to engulf me.

"Spencer, I'm sorry," Billy said, seeming to be at a loss for words.

"It's fine, I'm here now, I survived it," I said, feeling uncomfortable talking about my past. I cleared my throat. "Well we are here so let's act normal,". I smiled, changing subjects quickly.

"Oh you mean act like we didn't have sex last night and profess our gay love for each other?" Billy laughed.

"Exactly,"

We walked into my grandparent's store. Grandpa was talking to Ms. Wilson about the lanterns in stock. He gave us a small wave when he saw us come in. We followed suit.

"I'm going to go change." I told Billy, as he put on his smock that hung behind the counter.

"Can I help you?" He asked, so softly only I could hear him.

"No." I smirked. He stuck his lower lip out. I laughed and went upstairs. I didn't think that was the reaction he wanted from me but oh well. Grandma and Aunt Niccole were upstairs in the living room.

"Hey, Spencer." They said. "How was last night at Billy's?" Grandma asked. I tried to fight the blush on my face as I said, "It was good. We hung out and watched movies." Jeez, I just lied to my sweet, old grandma. Well I couldn't say, it was swell Grandma. Me and Billy fooled around. Even though she was very accepting of me being gay, I just didn't think it would go over very well at all.

"That's good, sweetie." She said, smiling. She took the bait but Aunt Niccole looked at me like she caught my lie. Please don't call me out, Aunt Niccole, I pleaded in my head. She didn't. We talked for a couple of minutes about nothing in particular.

"Spencer, can you clean up the backyard today?" Grandma asked.

"Yes, ma'am." I said, hoping that would keep my mind off of Billy.

"Thanks. Your aunt and I are going up to the city to go get a few things. We'll be back in a few hours." Grandma said. I nodded.

"Ma, go ahead to the car. I have to go to the bathroom." Aunt Niccole said, eyeing me.

"Alright, bye Spencer." Grandma said and left.

"Well, I'm going to go change." I said, uncomfortably. I started backing up to the hallway.

"Not so fast." Aunt Niccole said, stopping me dead in my tracks. Shit. I turned around, trying to look as innocent as possible. "Sit down." I complied.

"So what really happened last night?" She asked, her arms crossed. My face turned bright red. What the hell was I going to tell her? I certainly could tell her the details.

"I...umm...me and Billy...." I stumbled out incoherent words until I finally just said, "Me and Billy are together." My face was redder than a tomato. I just wanted to melt into the floor. Then Aunt Niccole wrapped me into a big hug. I just sat there, my arms pinned to my sides. I was confused and couldn't breathe from her holding me so tightly.

"Aunt Niccole, let go please." I barely breathed out. She gave me another tight squeeze and then let go. I took in a huge breath, attempting to regain all that I lost.

"Sorry, Spencer. I'm just so happy for you." She exclaimed, smiling.

"Umm..thanks but Aunt Niccole please don't Grandma or Grandpa. We don't want anybody to know right now." I said, making sure she understood that last part. No one else could know. She wasn't even supposed to know.

"Okay, I won't tell anyone." She promised. I hope so, I said silently. "We can talk about this later. I have to get down to the car." I nodded, saying goodbye. So much for no one not knowing, I thought to myself as I changed into black basketball shorts and a white wife beater. Then I went to the backyard and worked on it the rest of the day.

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Later on.....

Billy and I were in my old, shabby room back in Gulf Hills. I was on top of him, kissing him so gently on his neck. My hands were running through his jet black, curly hair. I reveled in how soft his hair was. His hands were gripped tightly on my ass, pushing me up against him. I moaned as we grinded up against each other. I moved my lips up to his sweet mouth. Billy's mouth suppressed my moans. My heart was racing as our tongues wrestled each other. Billy was running until he just suddenly stopped every movement in his mouth but I was okay with that. I shoved my tongue through his lips and down his throat. Then Billy pushed me off of him.

"Babe, what's the matter?" I asked but then I saw the fear in those wide green eyes. "Shit, leave." I was too scared to turn around and face the monster himself. Then I felt those rough hands yank me by the shoulders. Billy grabbed my hand, trying to get me back but it was too late. Dad smashed my head into my dresser. Instantly I fell down, barely conscious.

"Spencer." Billy yelled but he was quickly muffled by my father. I heard the sickening sound of Billy getting hit repeatedly. I could hear Billy calling out to me for help. I wanted so badly to answer his calls, to get up and stop my father from killing him but none of my limbs would work. Something snapped inside of Billy. A rib maybe. Please don't kill him, I begged inside. I saw all the blood on Billy's paling face and I started to cry. My own blood started to mix in with my tears. I tried to scream for him to stop, te kill me instead. Damn it, why couldn't I move? Why the hell was nothing coming out?

"Spencer! Spencer! Babe, wake up." someone whispered, urgently. I was being shaken so hard my head was moving wildly on its own. I opened my eyes to find Billy searching my face, frantically. He was perfect. No blood on his face. No screaming for help. No broken bones. He was alright. I hugged him, tightly. I was never going to let go.

"Baby, what happened?" He asked, hugging me just as tight. He stroked my hair and rocked me back and forth. I couldn't speak. I was just too grateful that it was a dream, just a terrible nightmare. Billy was okay, I kept repeating to myself. "Shh, it's alright, Spencer. No one is going to hurt you. I won't hurt you." He repeated that over and over until it was embedded in my memory. I felt so safe in his arms. I believed that no one was going to hurt me, especially him.

"He was going to kill you." I said, finally able to speak. "He was going to kill you and then me." I spilled out the whole dream to him.

"He isn't going to hurt any of us." Billy promised me after I finished. I nodded. He kissed the top of my head. "Was he always like that?"

"Yes." I said and I told him everything. Every little detail of my childhood. He just nodded and listened to me. He waited for me patiently if I needed a couple of minutes to gather myself together. I didn't understand how I got so lucky to have him. Maybe it was all those sixteen years of bad luck finally started to even themselves out. I felt like they definitely were.

We stayed up the rest of the night talking. He told me about his childhood. It was mainly spent going from nanny to nanny while his parents worked at the hospital. I knew it bothered him a lot more than he let on. I also understood why he was always here instead of at home. There was no one there. Then the talk shifted to when we realized we were gay. For me it was when I was ten and I was playing baseball. I always like to look at the batter's butts when they went up to bat. Billy laughed. I blushed. Then he told me his. When he was a little kid, he had a huge crush on Aladdin apparently.

"Aladdin?" I asked, trying not to laugh.

"What?" He asked, defensively. "He had nice hair."

"He sure did, Billy." I said, with a small laugh.

"Whatever." He said, rolling his eyes. Then he kissed me on the lips. I kissed him back, giving him more passion than I ever had before. We pulled away, softly. His forehead was resting on mine.

"It's almost five." I whispered. He nodded, moving both of our heads. "We should sleep so we don't in church."

"Yeah, I don't think that will go over very well." He chuckled. The sound of his small laugh made me kiss him again.

"Goodnight." I whispered, as I pulled away.

"Sweet dreams." He whispered in my ear as we laid down. Billy wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me close to him. We fell asleep with sweet dreams around the corner.

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