Bill wondered around the back yard, absently tossing the occasional gnome over the fence. It had been two days since he had received the best kiss of his life, two days since his brother had kissed him.

Charlie had taken to avoiding him at all costs. If Bill walked into a room, Charlie was just leaving. Mealtime was the worst, though. He was so close, close enough to force Bill into remembering their little rendezvous. Yet the younger refused to talk to him, even went so far as to avoid looking at him. It broke Bill's heart, even if he wasn't quite sure why his brother was affecting him like this.

Bill finally got his chance, however. He spotted Charlie sitting under a willow tree a few feet away and quickly hurried over. Charlie looked up, seeing Bill heading towards him, and began to leave, only to be stopped as Bill wrapped muscular arms around his waist.

"We need to talk."

Charlie went limp in Bill's arms, giving up all hope of escaping.

"That's better. Now, I want to know what that little incident meant to you."

"Look, Bill, I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me. It's just that I've been having some serious doubts about certain things lately and I was so frustrated. I just couldn't handle much more, and then you went and pressed me up against the wall and all I could think of was the heat and closeness. I didn't mean to do it, honest. I just did and…"

Bill cut Charlie's rambling off with a soft kiss.

"It meant nothing to you?" he asked.

"I…I," Charlie stuttered.

Bill slowly backed away, hurt clearly shining in his eyes.

"For a minute I thought…never mind. It doesn't matter, does it? It was all just one great big mistake. Right? Do you know how much I wanted you? How hard it was to control myself when you came to me after those nightmares? Merlin, Charlie! Did you know I want you? Was it all just one great big prank? Make fun of the poofter? Were the twins in on it too? That noise a signal that they took a picture?"

Charlie watched as Bill took off for the house at a run, stunned at the tears running down the other's face.

'What have I done?'