Billy mewled in pleasure at the feel of Nick's full weight resting on top of him. He whined pitifully, wrapping his legs around Nick's thighs, and put his ankles of his calves, trying to force the older man into him. Billy flexed his pelvis in pure need, rewarded as Nick stayed put, making his cock slide smoothly and deeply.

"Nick…" Billy gasped. Nick pushed harder against him, forcing him to slide a little up the bed. Billy whimpered and wrapped around him, his hands buried in the thick dark hair. Nick had his arms hooked under Billy's arms, holding on to his shoulder, so that he would not slip away, his fingertips touching the silver chair around Billy's neck, marking him as his.

There was a gold wedding ring on the nightstand, but neither of them paid it any mind.

Billy pleaded in vain for more, and harder, but Nick kept the steady and even rocking right until the end. Billy's whimper and yelps of mind-numbing pleasure were swallowed whole by Nick's growls and lusty snarls. Billy clawed weakly on his back, bucked and twisted beneath him, felt his stomach becoming heavy with heat, spreading up his back and down his thighs before escaping his body with a scream….


Billy scrambled from the dirty floor in the Four Roses and ran behind the bar, emptying his guts into the sink. Thank god it was empty. Billy gasped for air between the insistent waves of nausea, his gag reflex kicking in hard.

~*~

Outside the Four Roses, Bones' silver Cadillac pulled up in the parking lot. "You useless pussies!" he sneered, "Why aren't you at the perfectly good corners I gave you? Would you rather be waking up in the trunk of my car?"

"Bones –"

"Shut the fuck up Bodie. Where is that useless son of mine?"

The gang exchanged looks, "don't know." They said finally.

"Why are you lying to me?" he asked angrily.

"'Cause they think you don't care." Joey said and jumped off the hood of Billy's car. "Whatever gave them that idea?" he asked sarcastically.

"Mind your mouth tongue boy. You might loose it."

"Never mind my tongue…" Joey said and dropped his cigarette to the ground and stepped on it, twisting his shoe, "What I want to know is what the hell Nick Hume can say to reduce Billy to a hyperventilating crying mess?"

Bones stiffened, "Nick Hume came here?"

"Yup."

"You sure?"

"How many peoples sons have we killed lately?"

"Fuck!" bones cursed and ran into the bar, moving faster than any of them had ever seen before.

~*~

For all his ragging and ridiculing of his son, Bones cared about Billy, and not just because of the repercussions of Billy's actions. Bones knew a lot about Billy that no one else knew. Things many wouldn't accept. While Billy could hold his own in any arena, he doubted that a select few of Billy's gang would still follow him if they knew a choice of facts; like Billy had never slept with a girl. It just didn't do anything for him.

Crashing into the bar, Bones couldn't spot Billy, but the sink overflowing with water gave him a pretty good clue.

Billy was a very emotional person. Usually it transferred to anger, rage or violence, but sometimes they were tears and panic attacks. Sometimes, if you were lucky, you might catch joyous laughter or a true smile – one that even reached his eyes, lighting up those beautiful sea-green eyes his mother had gifted him with. In the past year he's had the pleasure of seeing Billy smile and laugh more often than he ever had before. He'd recognized the symptoms pretty easily; his eldest son was in love – and about fucking time. He'd started to wonder if his boy was an asexual fag with a heart made of steel – ice or stone could break if you smashed it hard enough.

Bones was sure his heart jumped a few beats when he saw Billy laying in the water, unconscious.

Billy had always been pretty clear on the subject; if it wasn't going to last, if it wasn't right, there wasn't any point. Billy never was one for wasting his time. It was the only thing Bones had never ridiculed him about. It was the only thing he had done right; make his son value what love could give you. He had lost so much after his wife, Billy and Joe's mother died of cancer. Sadly, his boys had grown up in the aftermath of her death. He's been a bad father, more to Joey than Billy, because at least his eldest had his memories of the time before.

Bones picked up his son with a surprising ease – Billy didn't weigh anything compared to his size, or rather, his height. He was a skinny little thing of you took away the three or four layers of clothing underneath his coat. He'd always been a bit frosty. He's only just put Billy down on the pool table when the entire gang came crashing through the doors.

"What happened?" Bodie asked the question they all wanted to ask.

"Panic attack." Bones said as he checked Billy's pulse. "Call an ambulance."

"Wont he just wake up?" Alex asked.

"Call a goddamned ambulance!" Bones roared.

~*~