Chapter Nine: That's Why...

Billy looked at the clock on his cell phone. 20:00. He didn't understand where Spencer was...and it was pissing him off. He didn't know what else to do so he dialled the number on his phone and waited for him to answer. "Where the hell are you?" He snapped.

"Billy..."

Billy frowned deeply. "Spink? What the fuck are you doing with Spencer's phone!" He yelled. "If you've do anything to him kid, I swear I'll rip your fucking thro-!"

"Whoa, Billy, man, chill. I ain't done nothing to him! I like the kid, I wouldn't hurt him." Spink said quickly down the phone.

"Then what y' doin' with his phone?" Billy asked harshly.

"I think you should get back to the bar man..." Spink said.

"What, why? Is he there?"

"Isss that B-Billy?" Billy could hear Spencer's voice in the background before Spink spoke again. "Yeah, he's on his way back now, Spencer. Billy, just get back...he won't stop and if you don't get back and make him, he's goin' to be well ill in the morning."

"What? What the hell is he doin'? Never fucking mind, I'll be there in twenty." Billy said and cut off the phone before Spink could say anything else. He turned the key and set off to the bar. What the hell was Spencer doing?

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Billy didn't bother parking his car around the back like he usually did; he just left it out front of the bar. He stormed into the bar worrying Spencer was hurt or something...but when he saw him at the back with Spink sat opposite he knew what was wrong with him. He was fucking drunk. He walked to the back grabbing a whiskey on the way and sitting next to Spencer. "Fuck off." He said to Spink as he put his glass on the table.

Spink looked at Spencer and then to Billy in a sort warily way. He knew Billy wouldn't hurt Spencer –not with how much and the way he talked about him- but he didn't want him shouting at the kid either.

"Aww, d-don't be nas-sty to Spinky; I like Spinky." Spencer slurred as he slid closer to Billy; wrapping his right arm around the man's neck and placing his left hand on his leg.

"Spinky?" Billy asked, raising an eyebrow and trying not to laugh.

"Yeah, Spinky; apparently it sounds better." Spinky said, also trying not to laugh.

"Give us a while, will y'?" Billy asked Spink and watched the younger man nod before walking to sit with a few other guys near the front of the bar. He turned to look back at Spencer, noticing the red blush on his cheeks –probably because of how intoxicated he was. "What are y' drinking for?"

Spencer sighed. "I guess I felt like it."

"Why?"

Spencer moved and awkwardly climbed onto Billy's lap, his arms slung over his shoulders; his back was pressed against the table so his front was pressing close to Billy's front. He made sure his bum was directly over Billy's crotch, before he moved forward, rubbing against him. "I want to go upstairs."

Billy couldn't help the smirk that spread across his lips. "Yeah? What for?"

Spencer moved his face close to Billy's, his lips almost touching his. "I want to have sex." He said simply before pressing his lips against Billy's, heatedly. His lips opened and he let Billy's tongue into his mouth. As their kiss deepened he started to rub his bum back and forth against Billy's crotch. He gasped when Billy's hands gripped at his hips, holding him so he was pressing harder down against Billy's groin. He pulled away, breaking their kiss, and stared at Billy. "Are we going upstairs?"

Billy's hands squeezed at Spencer's bum before he closed his eyes. He opened his eyes and looked at Spencer. "No."

"What, d-do I actually have t-t-to say please for you to fuck me?" Spencer asked, smiling even though he was hurt. He had thought after last night Billy would have wanted to sleep with him.

Billy huffed and shook his head. "Spencer, y' drunk."

Spencer let his head fall back and he sighed, annoyed. "I know what I want, Billy. I've had a bit to drink, so what. I thought everyone my age drank?" He looked back down at Billy and smiled. "I like you okay? And I want you and I probably w-w-won't admit that in the morning because I-I'll be too embarrassed...but I really, really want you and I don't want you t-to push me away."

Billy ran his hands over Spencer's bum, over his hips and then up to his sides before running them back down to his hips, gripping at them tightly. "You don't want to do it just because you're drunk?"

Spencer shook his head. "No, I really want you."

Billy smirked. "Good, 'cause I really fucking want you." He kissed Spencer quickly. "Let's go upstairs." He couldn't believe how quickly Spencer climbed off of him and was tugging on his hand for him to get up to. He let Spencer pull him to the door and up the stairs to his room. He watched Spencer tug on the door handle, smirking. He moved so he was standing with his front pressed to Spencer's back, pushing him into the door. "I haven't given y' a key yet." He mumbled into Spencer's ear, kissing his neck as he unlocked the door.

Before Spencer knew it, he was laid on his back on Billy's bed. He watched as Billy leaned over him, shirtless. He lifted his hand from the bed and traced his fingers over the tattoo on Billy's chest. "I love this tattoo, do you know that?"

"I kinda figured, yeah." Billy smirked. He leaned down and kissed Spencer, his tongue sliding into his mouth straight away.

Spencer gasped and wrapped his arms around Billy's neck, pulling him closer. He lifted his hips and let Billy pull his trousers and boxers off, before he pulled away and pulled his own t-shirt over his head and then stepped off the bed to push his trousers and underwear down. He propped himself up on his elbows and swallowed deeply when he saw just how big Billy's hard member was.

Billy smirked and climbed back on to the bed, leaning over Spencer. "You okay?" He asked before kissing at Spencer's neck, nipping at it too.

"Y-yeah, ah!" Spencer gasped as his hard cock brushed against Billy's. "Y-you're really big." He whispered, grabbing at Billy's shoulders.

Billy chuckled. "Yeah. Y' not so small y'self." He said and cupped Spencer's cock.

"Ah!" Spencer gasped...but pushed further into Billy's hand. "Ah, B-Billy, I don't know-..."

"Leave it to me." Billy said before leaning up to kiss Spencer. He pulled away and kissed down Spencer's neck and chest, distracting the young boy as he slid his finger into his opening. He used his freed hand to rub at Spencer's side when he gasped and his back arched up off of the bed. He didn't wait for the kid to adjust before he shoved a second and third finger into him.

"Ahh!" Spencer's back arched further off the bed.

Billy stretched and spread his fingers, stretching Spencer. After a few moments he pulled his fingers out and lined himself up with Spencer's opening. He looked down into Spencer's eyes as he pushed in. He saw Spencer's eyes widen in pain before he scrunched them tight together. He felt bad for not stretching him enough...but he had to be in him, he couldn't stop now.

Spencer was panting, his eyes shut tight. It hurt. Damn, it really hurt. He thought the pain wasn't ever going to stop. But he didn't care. He didn't care how much it hurt because technically he knew the pain would stop...and it was Billy. He didn't care how much it hurt because it was Billy who was inside him. But then it stopped. Suddenly the pain stopped and he opened his eyes half-way to look at Billy.

Billy had stopped pushing when he was half-way inside Spencer. He knew he was hurting him. He didn't want to, he really didn't want to hurt him. He brushed the hair out of Spencer's face and half-smirked at him; he really wanted, no, needed to push fully into Spencer...but that would hurt him, so he had to do it slowly and let the kid adjust bit by bit.

Spencer tightened his arms around Billy's neck. He knew what Billy was doing. He wasn't been himself. He was been soft for his sake. He didn't want that. He wanted Billy to be himself, to do what he liked and what he wanted. "Billy," He panted, his voice coming out quiet and soft. "It's okay, you don't have t-to go slow."

Billy didn't think. He didn't think about how he should keep going slow for the kids sake. He didn't think about how it would be better for Spencer if he went slow, knowing it was his first time. He just nodded and let go. He bottomed out in one thrust. He gripped tightly at Spencer's hips as he cried out and threw his head back. He pulled almost all the way out before pushing back into Spencer roughly.

Spencer pushed against Billy, forcing the man's cock deeper inside him. He gasped. As Billy pounded in and out of him, he could feel the pain fading away and the pleasure taking over. "Ah, ah, Billy, ah!"

Billy smirked into Spencer's neck. He loved those sounds. He leaned back and pulled Spencer into his lap, without slipping out of the kid. "Still so tight." He murmured against Spencer's neck, before kissing and biting at it. He pushed into Spencer, deeper, loving the way the kid started to move.

Spencer lifted up slightly, pushing down hard. His head fell backwards and he gasped; Billy was inside him so deep. "B-Billy..."

Billy wrapped his right arm around Spencer's back, holding him close, and wrapped his left hand around the kid's hard, aching, weeping member, tugging and pulling on his cock. He smirked when he heard Spencer cry out and felt the warm sticky liquid on his stomach.

Spencer kept moving back and forth, only slightly slower than a moment ago. He let his head fall against Billy's shoulder, panting lightly.

Billy thrust into Spencer roughly a few more times before he came and...made Spencer cum again. He tightened his arms around Spencer as he kept pushing into him slowly as he came down from his high.

-BREAK-

Billy used the back of his hand to brush Spencer's hair out of his face. He looked at the boy's face; his eyes were closed but he wasn't asleep because he smiled and snuggled closer to him. He had his left arm under Spencer's thin waist and wrapped around him, holding him close. Not that the kid wasn't close enough anyway; after Billy had cleaned himself and Spencer up quickly, they climbed into bed –Spencer had changed into the long t-shirt he wore at night and Billy had just stayed naked- and the kid had immediately snuggled up close to him. He was glad. Sure, he wasn't really one to snuggle but it was different with Spencer and it showed the kid wasn't afraid to be close to him. "You'll be sore in the mornin'."

Spencer nodded against Billy's shoulder. "Uh-huh." He mumbled sleepily.

"Do y' have school tomorrow?" Billy asked, rubbing his free hand up and down Spencer's side.

"Nah-ah. Got tomorrow...a-and Sunday off." Spencer said around a yawn.

Billy nodded. At least the kid wouldn't have to get up early and walk around sore.

"Hey, Billy," Spencer started but cut off to yawn. He nuzzled his nose into Billy's neck as he continued. "C-can I ask you something?"

Billy tightened his arm around Spencer. "Yeah..."

Spencer yawned, bigger and longer than before; his lips touching Billy's neck. "D-do you like me? I-is that why you let me stay, w-why you're nice to me?"

Billy stayed quiet for a little while, just holding Spencer and listening to his breathing. He felt Spencer's head go limp against his neck and shoulder and he knew the kid was fast asleep. "I don' know, y' ask questions then fall asleep," He half-smirked and kissed the kid's head. "But yeah, that's why."

End of chapter 9!

Thanks for reading and reviewing and stuff! I know the lemon scene isn't brilliant but I don't think it majorly mad, but...would love to know what you thought anyway.