Author's note:
I'm unsure if Tommy is a stock car driver or an Indy car driver, so being a boy from Hueytown Alabama, I'm going with what I know.
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Tommy realized that for the first time in his life he was actually on time for something as he knocked on Jase's kitchen door and went in. Jase, Zack, and Kimberly were sitting at the table having coffee and talking quietly. "Hey guys," he said, "Is Billy ready yet?"
Jason smiled at him, "He's getting dressed. We really weren't expecting you until seven," glancing up at the clock he looked back over at Tommy and demanded, "Okay, what did you do with the real Tommy Oliver?"
"Look, I know it's rare but I am on time occasionally," Tommy protested.
The other three looked at each other and Kimberly smiled, "First I've heard of it." She winked at Jason, "He was never on time for a date with me."
Jason smiled back, ignoring Tommy, "According Kat, he was never on time for a date with her either."
Zack piped up with a smile, "Must be true love," he looked over at Tommy and held up one of Billy's portable scanners, "or a clone." The device hummed for a second as Zack checked it, "Nope, no clone."
Tommy felt the blood rise in his face, "What, did you two come over to do, watch or something?"
"Actually, we came over to make sure of your intentions young man," Zack said in his best imitation of is own father. "Exactly what are you plans this evening? Where are you going, and what time will you be home?"
Jason added in his own imitation of Mr. Scott, "Yes, young Mr. Oliver, exactly what are your intentions toward Bill?"
Tommy touched the side of his face and pitched his voice just a little higher than his usual baritone, "Well, I thought we'd go to dinner, then the movies, and then down to the lake to watch the submarine races and a little necking."
"Tommy!" Kim protested.
Tommy smiled broadly, "You guys started it." He sat down at the table, "How the hell do I know what we're going to do besides dinner. I have never been on a date with guy before."
"That's okay, Tom," Billy's voice came from the doorway, "neither have I." He looked over at his friends sitting at the table with Tommy, "And I most certainly have never had one with an audience." Tommy couldn't get over how good the former Blue Ranger looked. Dressed in a pair of khaki slacks with white and blue striped button down, he looked like a model from GQ. Tommy was really starting to like the ponytail- it was giving him some ideas about running his fingers through it. . .
"Hey, we're not an audience," Jason protested, breaking Tommy's chain of thought. "We're. . . ,"
"You're being a big bro, Jason," his eyes softened, "and believe it or not, it's appreciated." He sighed and looked over at Tommy as his face turned bright red, "But, I'm sure Tom will agree with me, this is difficult enough without the added pressure of that big brother checking out my dates."
Kim smiled, "You guys did it Tommy when we started dating," she protested.
Billy gave her an enigmatic look, and Tommy wasn't sure if he didn't see just a little discomfort in his eyes. "The difference is, that at that time we didn't know Tommy that well." He smiled, "Besides, of whom are you approving? It's not like you haven't known me for most of our lives, and Tommy is as good a friend as they come to all of us." He put his hands on his hips and teased the former Pink and Red Rangers, "So who're you checking on? Because, I've got news for you, I'm a big boy and am fully capable of attending to my own defenses." He looked over at Tommy and actually winked at him, "Besides, if Tom decides to attack me, there's no resisting the fabled White Ranger. After all, he saved the whole team by himself all those times, so even the three of us combined wouldn't stand a chance against him."
"Hey!" Tommy protested, "I wasn't that bad!"
Billy smiled at him, "Yes, you were." Tommy could sense nothing but good- natured teasing in Billy's voice without a trace of sarcasm, "There were times when I wondered why Zordon kept the rest of us around. We never could defeat the monsters until after you showed up."
"Because we needed each other," Tommy told him seriously. He and Jase had once had a long talk about how there for a while; it was as if Tommy was a one man team. No matter what happened, the five other team members couldn't beat what ever Rita or Zed sent down until the whole team was there. Eventually, things got back to normal, but there were times when he felt like he was the center character in some kind of sick action/drama.
Billy smiled at him, "I know Tom. Actually I have a few theories of my own about that," he seemed to study Tom for long moments, and Tommy wasn't sure if his gaze was scientific, or amorous, "Maybe I'll share them with you sometime."
Tommy looked up at the clock and smiled, "Well, we can stand here all day and talk, or we can go eat." He looked over at Jason, and the others, "If that's okay with you guys?"
Zack leaned back, taking the coffee pot from the counter. Pouring himself another cup, he said, "Who us? We don't have any say in anything." Smiling he added, "Except one lump or two."
Tommy grinned at him and punched him playfully in the arm. For just a moment, he felt like he was seventeen again, "I'll give you a lump." Looking up at Billy, he said, "You ready?"
He watched Billy smile, "Yeah. We'd better get out of here, or they'll decide to join us."
Half an hour later, the two men were seated across from each other at one of those cozy little family-owned restaurants every city of any size has. The kind where the atmosphere is just right, the service always good, and the food fantastic, until somebody writes about it in the local paper and it goes down hill. Tommy was having a hard time believing that he was actually going through with this. He was actually on a date with a guy- not just any guy either, but the guy he'd been trying to hide his feelings for from himself since he was seventeen. "Look, I'm sorry about that scene back a Jase's," he told his blond companion, more out of an attempt to have something to say than any real need to apologize. He understood that his friends were only teasing.
"It was rather difficult," Billy reached up for the glasses that weren't there, telling Tommy volumes with that single gesture. Primarily, that Billy was as nervous as he was. "It was somewhat disconcerting to have an audience for something like this. As I understand it, this kind of step is usually taken in private, not with three of your oldest friends watching and offering advice."
Tommy found himself chuckling, unable to get over the weirdness of the situation, and the idea of him being here. He caught himself trying not to stare at Billy, but a three-year absence made it difficult. He hadn't been lying when he said that the former Blue Ranger's absence had left a hole in his life- one that he didn't intend to allow to open up again. He sighed and leaned back and asked, "What are your plans?" he asked neutrally.
Billy sighed, "I'm not sure just yet. A lot depends on other factors, right now." Leaning forward on the table his voice became serious, "Why did you ask me out Tommy?"
Tommy was taken off guard by the question, and without thinking he gave an honest answer, "Because, I've always wanted to. Because I was afraid that if I didn't do it now, I might not ever get the chance to."
He watched as Billy considered his answer for long moments, his blue- green eyes shining in the soft light of the restaurant. Finally, he asked, "If you always wanted to, then why didn't you ask earlier?" his gaze piercing Tommy to the soul.
"Because I was afraid," he leaned forward, "Because I was scared that you'd laugh at me, or that it would hurt our friendship." He shrugged, and remembered his promise to himself about honesty, "And I guess, because I was afraid of what it meant about me." Then he realized something, and put the ball in Billy's court, "What about you? Why didn't YOU ask ME out?"
Billy smiled as if he realized what Tommy had just done, "For the same reasons mostly, although I dealt with being gay a long time ago." He chuckled, "I suppose my penchant for over analyzing an issue applies to the personal as well. Plus at the time you were dating one of my closest friends, and I would never had done that to her." He smiled, "Besides, when I first noticed you, and believe me I noticed you, you were still somewhat a tough guy. I didn't want to get pounded."
"I wasn't that bad," Tommy protested, but knew that was exactly the image he'd cultivated to try to hide what he was feeling. "I tried to deny it for the longest. To hide what I was feeling," he told Billy. "It was easy around Zack, and Rocky. They're nice guys, even good-looking, but for some reason I just never found them that attractive. With Jase, he was my best bud, the guy I take turns with using for a punching bag when one of us is upset- not boyfriend material. Besides, he's straight as an arrow. Adam," he smiled, "he was a little different. I don't know what it is about you shy quiet types, but there's something about you that makes me want to sweep you up, take you home, coat you in chocolate and munch my way to the best parts." That last statement just popped out before Tommy realized what he was saying.
Billy laughed, "Sounds like an enjoyable endeavor, albeit a rather fattening one." Sighing he sipped his iced-tea before continuing, "So it was me or Adam?"
Tommy shook his head afraid Billy misunderstood him. He quickly clarified, "No, it was never a choice between you or Adam, I just said he was attractive."
Billy leaned across the table, "To be honest, Tom this is completely unexpected. I had no idea that you too were experiencing same-gender attractions and had no hope at all that I would be the focus of such attractions."
Tommy smiled at him realizing that this conversation was definitely coming from Billy's heart. He only began to use his full vocabulary when he was nervous or dealing with his feelings. It's not that Tommy didn't understand the words- quite the contrary, Tommy wasn't stupid- it's he was unused to hearing them strung together like that. Finally, he said," Bill, your degenerating into the Billy-speak again."
Billy blushed and said, "Sorry. I tend to do that, when I'm nervous." Smiling he continued, "As I was saying, the idea that you might reciprocate my affection came as a complete surprise to me."
Tommy relaxed. Jason had been right. They'd at least cleared the air on that much. He took a deep breath and asked, "Now what?"
Billy smiled, "I'm not sure. You've more experience with relationships than I." He shrugged, "I'm not sure what happens next." Then with a wicked gleam in his eyes he said, "although your chocolate suggestion does have a certain amount of merit."
Tommy leaned forward, "Billy, what I'm asking is; are you going to be around for there to BE a next thing? Are you heading off to Phaedos permanently?"
Billy gave him a confused look and asked, "Whatever gave you that idea?"
"Adam said you were planning to move there permanently. He thinks you're running from yourself." Tommy repeated what the former Black Ranger had told him.
Billy shook his head, "I DO have to go back to Phaedos, but not permanently. I'm not sure how Adam got the impression that I was moving there permanently. All I said was that there was a lifetime's worth of work there. That I'd love to do it, and that one day soon I was going to have to get started on it." He shook his head, "But I don't have to move there permanently to do it. Believe me, I do not want Dulcea's job."
"What could possibly be so interesting about that bunch of ruins?" Tommy asked.
Billy smiled, "Besides it being the Homeworld of whoever built the Morphin' Grid?" He checked to make sure nobody was listening before leaning in close to continue. "I've made some rather startling discoveries about the nature of the Great Power, and have even been able to formulate some pretty extensive working hypothesis' about how the various Power Ranger teams came into being." He stopped and looked at Tommy, "Back to YOUR question; do you want me to be there for the next thing or is this just an attempt to settle things for yourself one way or the other."
"I wouldn't have asked you out if I wasn't interested, Billy." Tommy protested. "To turn your question back on you, do you want to be there for the next thing?"
Billy laughed and said, "Touché." Sighing he leaned back, and once again considered the question before saying, "Tommy, I'm not Kimberly or Kat."
"I know." Tommy tried to protest.
"Hear me out Tom," he interrupted, holding up a hand, "What I'm saying is that I care about you, even love you, but having a relationship with me won't be like one with Kimberly or Kat." He smiled and joked. "For one thing, I won't fit into that little pink skirt."
Tommy couldn't help but chuckle, "I'm not looking to replace Kim or Kat, Billy. They are two very important women in my life, and I'll always love both of them very much, but they aren't what I need. They aren't what I want."
"What makes you think I am?" Billy asked. "What makes you think that I'd be good for you?"
"I don't know, Bill," Tommy told him. "Somehow it just seems right though. I can feel it in my bones."
Billy smiled at him and teased, "Tommy, there's no bone there."
It took a moment to catch what the former Blue Ranger meant by that remark, and upon realizing it Tommy blushed deeply. "That's not what I mean, Billy. I mean, I've done a lot of thinking over the past year, and have come to realize that I've loved you for a long time. I don't know why, maybe it's a case of opposites attracting, but I do know what I'm feeling- have felt for a long time for you isn't like anything I ever felt before."
Billy seemed content with that answer, and Tommy got the feeling that for some reason getting it right the first time with Billy was going to be important. Again, they sat for long minutes. Finally, Billy spoke up, "Have you considered what this might do to your career Tommy?" He smiled, "Let's face it, NASCAR fans aren't exactly known for embracing the concept of gay men. If you come out publicly it could cost you your fan base."
Tommy had considered that. He'd spent more than enough time in the pit to know how most of the racers and crew would accept something like that. Although, he didn't expect to have any problems from his own crew, he knew that his fan base would probably crumble- for a while at least. He was willing to take that chance, "I have. Trust me, I know about NASCAR fans. I can handle it."
"Good," Billy told him. Reaching out, he took Tommy's hand, "Tom, I'm willing to give it a shot." Looking around he added, "God knows I've wanted to give it a shot since you started dating Kim. I just wanted you to make sure that you knew what you were getting into. Being a researcher, the fact that I'm gay won't make a lot of difference, but being a race car driver is a different story."
"Then you'll go out with me again?" Tommy asked hesitantly.
"As long as you don't turn into a lug wrench and attack Angel Grove in the next few hours, yes." Billy told him. Then smiling wickedly, "But, I am NOT putting on that pink skirt!"
I'm unsure if Tommy is a stock car driver or an Indy car driver, so being a boy from Hueytown Alabama, I'm going with what I know.
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Tommy realized that for the first time in his life he was actually on time for something as he knocked on Jase's kitchen door and went in. Jase, Zack, and Kimberly were sitting at the table having coffee and talking quietly. "Hey guys," he said, "Is Billy ready yet?"
Jason smiled at him, "He's getting dressed. We really weren't expecting you until seven," glancing up at the clock he looked back over at Tommy and demanded, "Okay, what did you do with the real Tommy Oliver?"
"Look, I know it's rare but I am on time occasionally," Tommy protested.
The other three looked at each other and Kimberly smiled, "First I've heard of it." She winked at Jason, "He was never on time for a date with me."
Jason smiled back, ignoring Tommy, "According Kat, he was never on time for a date with her either."
Zack piped up with a smile, "Must be true love," he looked over at Tommy and held up one of Billy's portable scanners, "or a clone." The device hummed for a second as Zack checked it, "Nope, no clone."
Tommy felt the blood rise in his face, "What, did you two come over to do, watch or something?"
"Actually, we came over to make sure of your intentions young man," Zack said in his best imitation of is own father. "Exactly what are you plans this evening? Where are you going, and what time will you be home?"
Jason added in his own imitation of Mr. Scott, "Yes, young Mr. Oliver, exactly what are your intentions toward Bill?"
Tommy touched the side of his face and pitched his voice just a little higher than his usual baritone, "Well, I thought we'd go to dinner, then the movies, and then down to the lake to watch the submarine races and a little necking."
"Tommy!" Kim protested.
Tommy smiled broadly, "You guys started it." He sat down at the table, "How the hell do I know what we're going to do besides dinner. I have never been on a date with guy before."
"That's okay, Tom," Billy's voice came from the doorway, "neither have I." He looked over at his friends sitting at the table with Tommy, "And I most certainly have never had one with an audience." Tommy couldn't get over how good the former Blue Ranger looked. Dressed in a pair of khaki slacks with white and blue striped button down, he looked like a model from GQ. Tommy was really starting to like the ponytail- it was giving him some ideas about running his fingers through it. . .
"Hey, we're not an audience," Jason protested, breaking Tommy's chain of thought. "We're. . . ,"
"You're being a big bro, Jason," his eyes softened, "and believe it or not, it's appreciated." He sighed and looked over at Tommy as his face turned bright red, "But, I'm sure Tom will agree with me, this is difficult enough without the added pressure of that big brother checking out my dates."
Kim smiled, "You guys did it Tommy when we started dating," she protested.
Billy gave her an enigmatic look, and Tommy wasn't sure if he didn't see just a little discomfort in his eyes. "The difference is, that at that time we didn't know Tommy that well." He smiled, "Besides, of whom are you approving? It's not like you haven't known me for most of our lives, and Tommy is as good a friend as they come to all of us." He put his hands on his hips and teased the former Pink and Red Rangers, "So who're you checking on? Because, I've got news for you, I'm a big boy and am fully capable of attending to my own defenses." He looked over at Tommy and actually winked at him, "Besides, if Tom decides to attack me, there's no resisting the fabled White Ranger. After all, he saved the whole team by himself all those times, so even the three of us combined wouldn't stand a chance against him."
"Hey!" Tommy protested, "I wasn't that bad!"
Billy smiled at him, "Yes, you were." Tommy could sense nothing but good- natured teasing in Billy's voice without a trace of sarcasm, "There were times when I wondered why Zordon kept the rest of us around. We never could defeat the monsters until after you showed up."
"Because we needed each other," Tommy told him seriously. He and Jase had once had a long talk about how there for a while; it was as if Tommy was a one man team. No matter what happened, the five other team members couldn't beat what ever Rita or Zed sent down until the whole team was there. Eventually, things got back to normal, but there were times when he felt like he was the center character in some kind of sick action/drama.
Billy smiled at him, "I know Tom. Actually I have a few theories of my own about that," he seemed to study Tom for long moments, and Tommy wasn't sure if his gaze was scientific, or amorous, "Maybe I'll share them with you sometime."
Tommy looked up at the clock and smiled, "Well, we can stand here all day and talk, or we can go eat." He looked over at Jason, and the others, "If that's okay with you guys?"
Zack leaned back, taking the coffee pot from the counter. Pouring himself another cup, he said, "Who us? We don't have any say in anything." Smiling he added, "Except one lump or two."
Tommy grinned at him and punched him playfully in the arm. For just a moment, he felt like he was seventeen again, "I'll give you a lump." Looking up at Billy, he said, "You ready?"
He watched Billy smile, "Yeah. We'd better get out of here, or they'll decide to join us."
Half an hour later, the two men were seated across from each other at one of those cozy little family-owned restaurants every city of any size has. The kind where the atmosphere is just right, the service always good, and the food fantastic, until somebody writes about it in the local paper and it goes down hill. Tommy was having a hard time believing that he was actually going through with this. He was actually on a date with a guy- not just any guy either, but the guy he'd been trying to hide his feelings for from himself since he was seventeen. "Look, I'm sorry about that scene back a Jase's," he told his blond companion, more out of an attempt to have something to say than any real need to apologize. He understood that his friends were only teasing.
"It was rather difficult," Billy reached up for the glasses that weren't there, telling Tommy volumes with that single gesture. Primarily, that Billy was as nervous as he was. "It was somewhat disconcerting to have an audience for something like this. As I understand it, this kind of step is usually taken in private, not with three of your oldest friends watching and offering advice."
Tommy found himself chuckling, unable to get over the weirdness of the situation, and the idea of him being here. He caught himself trying not to stare at Billy, but a three-year absence made it difficult. He hadn't been lying when he said that the former Blue Ranger's absence had left a hole in his life- one that he didn't intend to allow to open up again. He sighed and leaned back and asked, "What are your plans?" he asked neutrally.
Billy sighed, "I'm not sure just yet. A lot depends on other factors, right now." Leaning forward on the table his voice became serious, "Why did you ask me out Tommy?"
Tommy was taken off guard by the question, and without thinking he gave an honest answer, "Because, I've always wanted to. Because I was afraid that if I didn't do it now, I might not ever get the chance to."
He watched as Billy considered his answer for long moments, his blue- green eyes shining in the soft light of the restaurant. Finally, he asked, "If you always wanted to, then why didn't you ask earlier?" his gaze piercing Tommy to the soul.
"Because I was afraid," he leaned forward, "Because I was scared that you'd laugh at me, or that it would hurt our friendship." He shrugged, and remembered his promise to himself about honesty, "And I guess, because I was afraid of what it meant about me." Then he realized something, and put the ball in Billy's court, "What about you? Why didn't YOU ask ME out?"
Billy smiled as if he realized what Tommy had just done, "For the same reasons mostly, although I dealt with being gay a long time ago." He chuckled, "I suppose my penchant for over analyzing an issue applies to the personal as well. Plus at the time you were dating one of my closest friends, and I would never had done that to her." He smiled, "Besides, when I first noticed you, and believe me I noticed you, you were still somewhat a tough guy. I didn't want to get pounded."
"I wasn't that bad," Tommy protested, but knew that was exactly the image he'd cultivated to try to hide what he was feeling. "I tried to deny it for the longest. To hide what I was feeling," he told Billy. "It was easy around Zack, and Rocky. They're nice guys, even good-looking, but for some reason I just never found them that attractive. With Jase, he was my best bud, the guy I take turns with using for a punching bag when one of us is upset- not boyfriend material. Besides, he's straight as an arrow. Adam," he smiled, "he was a little different. I don't know what it is about you shy quiet types, but there's something about you that makes me want to sweep you up, take you home, coat you in chocolate and munch my way to the best parts." That last statement just popped out before Tommy realized what he was saying.
Billy laughed, "Sounds like an enjoyable endeavor, albeit a rather fattening one." Sighing he sipped his iced-tea before continuing, "So it was me or Adam?"
Tommy shook his head afraid Billy misunderstood him. He quickly clarified, "No, it was never a choice between you or Adam, I just said he was attractive."
Billy leaned across the table, "To be honest, Tom this is completely unexpected. I had no idea that you too were experiencing same-gender attractions and had no hope at all that I would be the focus of such attractions."
Tommy smiled at him realizing that this conversation was definitely coming from Billy's heart. He only began to use his full vocabulary when he was nervous or dealing with his feelings. It's not that Tommy didn't understand the words- quite the contrary, Tommy wasn't stupid- it's he was unused to hearing them strung together like that. Finally, he said," Bill, your degenerating into the Billy-speak again."
Billy blushed and said, "Sorry. I tend to do that, when I'm nervous." Smiling he continued, "As I was saying, the idea that you might reciprocate my affection came as a complete surprise to me."
Tommy relaxed. Jason had been right. They'd at least cleared the air on that much. He took a deep breath and asked, "Now what?"
Billy smiled, "I'm not sure. You've more experience with relationships than I." He shrugged, "I'm not sure what happens next." Then with a wicked gleam in his eyes he said, "although your chocolate suggestion does have a certain amount of merit."
Tommy leaned forward, "Billy, what I'm asking is; are you going to be around for there to BE a next thing? Are you heading off to Phaedos permanently?"
Billy gave him a confused look and asked, "Whatever gave you that idea?"
"Adam said you were planning to move there permanently. He thinks you're running from yourself." Tommy repeated what the former Black Ranger had told him.
Billy shook his head, "I DO have to go back to Phaedos, but not permanently. I'm not sure how Adam got the impression that I was moving there permanently. All I said was that there was a lifetime's worth of work there. That I'd love to do it, and that one day soon I was going to have to get started on it." He shook his head, "But I don't have to move there permanently to do it. Believe me, I do not want Dulcea's job."
"What could possibly be so interesting about that bunch of ruins?" Tommy asked.
Billy smiled, "Besides it being the Homeworld of whoever built the Morphin' Grid?" He checked to make sure nobody was listening before leaning in close to continue. "I've made some rather startling discoveries about the nature of the Great Power, and have even been able to formulate some pretty extensive working hypothesis' about how the various Power Ranger teams came into being." He stopped and looked at Tommy, "Back to YOUR question; do you want me to be there for the next thing or is this just an attempt to settle things for yourself one way or the other."
"I wouldn't have asked you out if I wasn't interested, Billy." Tommy protested. "To turn your question back on you, do you want to be there for the next thing?"
Billy laughed and said, "Touché." Sighing he leaned back, and once again considered the question before saying, "Tommy, I'm not Kimberly or Kat."
"I know." Tommy tried to protest.
"Hear me out Tom," he interrupted, holding up a hand, "What I'm saying is that I care about you, even love you, but having a relationship with me won't be like one with Kimberly or Kat." He smiled and joked. "For one thing, I won't fit into that little pink skirt."
Tommy couldn't help but chuckle, "I'm not looking to replace Kim or Kat, Billy. They are two very important women in my life, and I'll always love both of them very much, but they aren't what I need. They aren't what I want."
"What makes you think I am?" Billy asked. "What makes you think that I'd be good for you?"
"I don't know, Bill," Tommy told him. "Somehow it just seems right though. I can feel it in my bones."
Billy smiled at him and teased, "Tommy, there's no bone there."
It took a moment to catch what the former Blue Ranger meant by that remark, and upon realizing it Tommy blushed deeply. "That's not what I mean, Billy. I mean, I've done a lot of thinking over the past year, and have come to realize that I've loved you for a long time. I don't know why, maybe it's a case of opposites attracting, but I do know what I'm feeling- have felt for a long time for you isn't like anything I ever felt before."
Billy seemed content with that answer, and Tommy got the feeling that for some reason getting it right the first time with Billy was going to be important. Again, they sat for long minutes. Finally, Billy spoke up, "Have you considered what this might do to your career Tommy?" He smiled, "Let's face it, NASCAR fans aren't exactly known for embracing the concept of gay men. If you come out publicly it could cost you your fan base."
Tommy had considered that. He'd spent more than enough time in the pit to know how most of the racers and crew would accept something like that. Although, he didn't expect to have any problems from his own crew, he knew that his fan base would probably crumble- for a while at least. He was willing to take that chance, "I have. Trust me, I know about NASCAR fans. I can handle it."
"Good," Billy told him. Reaching out, he took Tommy's hand, "Tom, I'm willing to give it a shot." Looking around he added, "God knows I've wanted to give it a shot since you started dating Kim. I just wanted you to make sure that you knew what you were getting into. Being a researcher, the fact that I'm gay won't make a lot of difference, but being a race car driver is a different story."
"Then you'll go out with me again?" Tommy asked hesitantly.
"As long as you don't turn into a lug wrench and attack Angel Grove in the next few hours, yes." Billy told him. Then smiling wickedly, "But, I am NOT putting on that pink skirt!"
