Chapter Ten: Saturday Part 1 - Talking and Throwing Up...

Spencer looked around the room, he knew this room...it was his living room. But it was red. He looked around frantically, something wasn't right. Something wasn't right. He stumbled back a few steps before bumping into something. He spun around. Something wasn't right!

"First respondent, kid, you know what that means." The dark skinned man said, his voice echoing in the darkness of the red living room. Derek Morgan.

"Agent Morgan? W-what're you doing here?" He asked. He took a few steps away from the man, scared and confused.

"First respondent." Morgan repeated.

"Why are you here!" Spencer yelled, rushing backwards away from him. He didn't understand. What was Morgan talking about? Why was he here? What was going on? His thoughts stopped when he tripped over something, landing flat on his back. He slowly sat up, rubbing his head. His eyes widened and he had to hold back a shocked scream. His father. His dad was laid lifelessly on the floor, covered in a darker red than what everything else was. He let his scream free when his dad turned his head and opened his mouth to speak.

"How could you do that? How could you do that with him? After what he did?" His father asked.

He didn't know what he was talking about. Who was he? And what was that? What had he done? He shook his head. "You're dead, you're dead, you're dead," He repeated quietly as he shuffled backwards across the floor. His back crashed into something again. He shut his eyes and swallowed deeply before looking up to see someone looming over him. He knew this man, didn't he? He knew that faded brown leather coat, that tribal tattoo that led up his neck, that goatee and moustache, that bald head, those so blue eyes...but not that gun, not those red blooded hands. This couldn't be his Billy.

Spencer's eyes opened slowly. He wasn't sure what was wrong. He knew he had a headache, felt sick...and his bum was hurting so much. But that wasn't it. Something else wasn't right. He remembered his dream, no, it felt like a nightmare...but in a way he didn't. He remembered something about redness...blood. He remembered Agent Morgan been in it. He remembered his dad talking, even though he had been murdered. There had been someone else though, hadn't there? He didn't remember.

He realised his face was in the crook of someone's neck. Billy. He had had sex with Billy. He had given his first time to a gang leader. Billy Darley to be precise. And he had loved it. Sure, it had hurt at first but it had gotten easier after a little while. And he was glad Billy hadn't held back and been soft –though he was sure the man was still holding back slightly.

He tilted his head backwards slightly to look at Billy's face. He was still asleep. Spencer smiled at his sleeping face, he looked so relaxed, so calm...so young. He moved carefully –so he didn't wake Billy or knock his arm from around his waist- and leaned over Billy, just looking down at him. He was so handsome...in such a bad and dangerous way.

He watched as Billy stirred for a moment, his hand rubbing down to Spencer's naked bum unconsciously. Spencer's eyes widened. He was still naked...no, he was half-naked; he had put the t-shirt on that Billy had told him to wear the first night he had stayed over. It was a long t-shirt that went half-way down his bum, so it had obviously belonged to someone who was taller than him...but it was more-or-less his size. He knew it wasn't Billy's, because it would be miles too small for him –Billy was full of muscles...and he wasn't sure the man would wear a 'Guns n Roses' t-shirt, even if it was faded. He looked down when he realised Billy hadn't even put his boxers back on before they crawled into bed. Wow, Billy really had a great body...and a really big-he shook his head. He was not supposed to stare at other men's privates...even if the man was his boyfriend.

Boyfriend?

Is that what they were? Was Billy Darley his boyfriend? He looked back up to Billy's face. Was it even possible for them to be boyfriends? Billy was, well, Billy was Billy Darley, a gang leader and a dangerous guy. And he was on his way to working for the FBI. Surely the other been who they were would cause problems for the other's work. He shook his head; they had just slept together...that was all. It didn't mean they had a future together. Though, he was sure he was falling for the man –if he hadn't already fallen.

He shook his head again. They had slept together and sure, they probably couldn't have a future together...but maybe they could be boyfriends for a little while and have a little fun. But...how could he find out if they were dating and he could actually say 'Billy Darley is my boyfriend' –not that he had anyone to tell but still. He knew he wouldn't be able to just ask Billy...he would be way too embarrassed.

He sighed; he would think about how to ask Billy later...and what Agent Morgan had said yesterday...and his damn nightmares. He smiled softly and leaned down to press a light kiss to Billy's lips. He wasn't really surprised when Billy stirred a little and tightened his grip on his waist. He carefully laid back down and snuggled close to Billy, just how he was before he had moved.

Yeah, he would think everything through later...but right now he just wanted to lay cuddled up with Billy.

-BREAK-

Spencer's eyes opened slowly. He frowned. There was no neck in his face this time. "B-Billy?" He said; his voice full of sleep. He couldn't believe he had fallen asleep. He had wanted to stay awake and just wait till Billy woke up –no matter how weird that sounded. He heard a click sound and he turned his head over his shoulder to look where the noise had come from. He frowned deeply when he saw Billy standing at the right corner of the bottom of the bed...cell phone in hand. "W-what are you doing?"

Billy grinned.

Spencer sat up, bringing his legs close to him –so he was sat with most of his back to Billy, and his legs folded up almost under his bum- and pulling the t-shirt down further to cover his bum and cock up. Billy had been taking photos with his cell. He was still frowning at Billy, but instead of it been an angry look...it was a wary one. Why was Billy taking photos of him half naked? Was he going to post them around his University? Was that why he had slept with him? To get him back for something...but what could he have done to piss Billy Darley off?

Billy sighed. "Don' look so worried. I just wanted a picture...an' I don' know, y' just looked so inviting I guess the word is." He smirked and climbed onto the bed, moving up closer to Spencer.

Spencer raised an eyebrow at him. "Inviting?"

Billy's smirk widened. "Look." He held the phone out for Spencer to see the picture on the screen.

Spencer looked at the photo and his cheeks darkened immediately; he was laid on his front in the middle of the bed, his left arm stretched across the bed where Billy was supposed to be laying, his eyes were shut lightly with sleep, his lips were parted and his hair was ruffled and messy, the long t-shirt had moved so he was showing most of his bum and his legs were parted slightly so if anyone looked closely enough they would be able to see his cock. "W-w-why did you t-take t-that!" He asked loudly, flustered.

"'Coz I wanted t'." Billy said and turned the phone back so he could look at the screen, a smirk taking over his lips again. "Plus, y' looked really dirty. Couldn't help m'self."

"Great, now I'm a slut?" Spencer asked, incredulously. He turned away from Billy –who was kneeling in front of him- and started to crawl towards the edge of the bed.

Billy gripped Spencer's wrist and yanked him backwards, making the kid fall onto his back with his left leg awkwardly underneath him and his right stretched out off the edge of the bed. He leaned forward so his face was hovering over Spencer's. "I didn't mean it like that. Y' just looked so...I don' know if it's cute or hot." He said as he looked at the photo again. Not that he needed to look at it...he had already memorised it.

"You...y-you shouldn't t-take pictures like t-that without asking the p-person first." Spencer said as his cheeks heated up again and he looked away from Billy's eyes. Did Billy really think he was hot? Or even cute? "So...y-you should d-delete that photo."

"Not gonna happen." Billy chuckled and then kissed Spencer's forehead.

Spencer looked back to Billy, his cheeks still hot. He wanted to ask if what happened last night was a onetime thing or if they were boyfriends and dating...but he couldn't. He was too embarrassed. And he really didn't want Billy thinking he sounded like a teenage girl. "I-I..."

"What's wrong?" Billy asked, suddenly concerned. "Y' not feelin' well?"

As if it was because Billy had said it, Spencer felt so sick suddenly. He sat up quickly, only avoiding Billy's face with his head because Billy moved quicker than he did. "I feel sic-!" His hand flew up to cover his mouth and he lunched off the bed, flying into the little toilet room. He didn't even get to kneel in front of the toilet before he bent forward and emptied his guts.

Billy stayed sat on the bed for a moment looking at Spencer bent forward...or rather his naked ass pointing towards him. Eventually he decided to get up and got to Spencer. He stayed leaned against the door frame for a while until Spencer fell to his knees and was still throwing up. He sighed and moved closer to him, crouching down and rubbing his back. "This 'coz y' drank too much last night, y'know that right?"

Spencer nodded and reached for the toilet roll, but it was too far away.

Billy ripped a load of toilet paper off the roll and wiped at Spencer's mouth before dropping it down the toilet. "Y' feeling better?" He asked softly, tucking Spencer's hair behind his ears.

Spencer nodded slowly. "I think...I need to shower. A-and could you pass me my underwear?"

Billy smirked, standing up and then bending to kiss the top of Spencer's head before going to get the boxers. "Y' not at school today, right? Well, maybe we should call by your house; pick you some things up so y' not wearing the same clothes for four more days." He walked back into the toilet room and handed the boxers down to him. "These'll do y' till we get to y' house."

Spencer looked at the boxers and then up to Billy. "T-these are yours?" He asked as his cheek colour deepened.

Billy smirked; the kid really was innocent. "Yeah; but like I said, they're only till we go to yours."

Spencer nodded slowly. He wasn't sure he wanted to go home...wasn't sure he would actually be able to go into the house. But he really needed some more clothes, the ones he had were starting to smell a little funny, and he could probably do with his school books and some other stuff too. "O-o-okay."

"Hey, I'll go in with y'. Or I could just go in for y', if you wanted." Billy said, looking down at Spencer; he wasn't showing it, but he was worried about Spencer...he wasn't sure it was a good idea for the kid to go back into that house after what he had seen there...after what he had-...

Spencer smiled at him, small but sweetly. "Thanks, b-but I think I should go in. I need some stuff a-anyway, and when m-my mom comes out this time –if she comes out this time- I need to be able to g-go in our house, otherwise who'll take care of her?"

Billy frowned so deeply it was almost a glare; he really disliked the fact that Spencer was the one taking care of his mother all the time...and that he would eventually end up leaving. "Isn't it her who should be lookin' after you?"

"I've been looking after my mom since I was about ten, and doing stuff around the house too."

"Ain't that wrong? She should've been looking after you, an' what 'bout you're dad?"

Spencer pulled his legs up to his chest, wrapping his arms around them and laid his head sideways on his knees –Billy had never seen him look so young. "My mom's ill, I understand that and I've always understood it. I also understand that my d-dad can't always...c-couldn't always deal with her, so I had to...and I guess I just sort of ended up looking after h-him too."

Billy crouched down again, leaning against the door frame. "It still ain't right." He mumbled.

Spencer smiled bashfully; nobody had ever been so adamant that he shouldn't have been looking after his parents at such a young age. "What about your parents? Where are they?"

Billy's body tensed immediately –and Spencer saw it too. "Why?"

Spencer frowned lightly. "I-I was just asking...I mean, I g-guess I don't really know anything a-about y-you...apart from y-you're a gang leader.

"I don' know that much about you either, y'know."

"You know what University I go to, what classes I'm in, you know where I live, how old I am, and you're the only person I've let see me naked and cry and...oh, throw up too." Spencer said as he laughed lightly. "And you know about my mom and my d-dad...there's not much else to know about me."

Billy sighed, irritated. "Why do y' want to know? Don't y' know there ain't nothin' good about me, nothin' good that'll come from y' knowing 'bout me!"

Spencer looked down towards the floor, noticing the underwear he hadn't put on yet. "I...I'm just curious is all. I want to know about you...I-I-I like you." He said quietly, his cheeks turning red again.

Billy let his head fall back against the frame for a moment and sighed, pushing himself away and closer to Spencer. He shuffled across the small gap between them and opened Spencer's legs, taking a quick look at his member before pressing a kiss to his head and seating himself in between Spencer's long pale legs. "I...damn," He ran his hand over his shaven head. "I don't want y' knowing about me; I ain't a good person. I don't want y'...I don't want you seeing me like that. I don't want you seeing me as Billy Darley: the gang leader, drug dealer, murderer...I just want...I just want y' to see..." He sighed frustrated at not been able to just spit what he was trying to say out. It was annoying how much he liked this kid.

"Want me to see the real you?" Spencer offered; he could see how much Billy was struggling to say what he wanted to.

"Some shit like that." Billy half-smirked. He watched as Spencer smiled softly back at him. He ran his thumb over Spencer's bottom lip before leaning in and kissing him deeply. He pressed harder against Spencer's body and loved the way the kid's arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer. He shoved his tongue into Spencer's mouth when the kid opened his mouth for him. A few seconds later he pulled away, knowing Spencer needed to breathe. "Such a good boy." He shooed as he started to kiss at the kid's jaw, leading down to his neck.

Spencer breathed deeply and bent his head backwards, giving Billy more of his neck.

Billy bit and nipped at Spencer's neck, while sliding his hand down his thin chest and flat stomach before rubbing at his limp cock. He bit at his neck a little harder when he heard Spencer gasp.

"A-ah Billy...w-we shouldn't-ah!" Spencer moaned as Billy gripped at his cock a little tighter.

"Why?"

"Uh...b-because I need to shower...a-and you said y-y-you'd take me to get some stuff from m-my house..."

Billy bit and then kissed at Spencer's neck before pulling away from the kid's neck. "Alright." He leaned back, resting on his heels. "Y' want to shower here or at yours?"

Spencer looked at Billy, finally getting his breathing back to normal. "Would it be alright if I got one here? I don't think I'll be able to stay in the house long enough to shower."

"Yeah, c'mon." Billy stood up and reached down to pull Spencer to his feet. "Y' sure y' feelin' well enough to get in the shower?" He watched Spencer nod slightly, gripping at his arms for support. "Well, I think y' should put the underwear on first. Not that I mind seein' y' naked, but I'll go fucking mental anyone else sees y'."

"Does that mean you're going to stand guard while I shower?" Spencer asked smiling, doing his best not to laugh.

Billy smirked at him. "Y' fucking bet it does."


End of chap 10!

Thanks for reading and stuff! I'm jst going to read through th next 2 chapters and then I'll post them! :D