Before...

Billy had decided to toy with Harrington. They had gym period together and he honestly couldn't wait to show off his game playing skills as well as his body when the coach announced it was shirts verses skins. Peeling off his gray school issued T-shirt, he decided to play a little game of cat and mouse and see how much Harrington could take. When he dodged into him earlier, slamming him to the ground he offered his hand, firmly gripping it and stared at him with intense eyes telling him how to plant his feet.

"You were moving your feet. Plant them next time...draw a charge..."

He felt Steve's soft brown eyes stare up at him, before that same strange tension lingered in the air. Knowing this wasn't the place, he let go of Steve's hand and continued playing. After dunking a great shot, he locked eyes with him again, pumped up on energy, wagging his tongue, using all his self-control not to get an erection in his gym shorts, and felt sweat drip off him. He wanted to laugh, but instead smiled. Feeling like a predator, he was enjoying this little game. He was showing control, humiliating Steve but not in a cruel way. Then, Steve hurried out because of that little bitch Nancy. Frustrated that Steve wasn't here to watch him completely destroy other players, he felt his temper getting the best of him, before less than ten or so minutes later Steve returned. Billy grinned seeing him come back, but instantly noticed something was wrong. Steve looked different, his head was down low, and his eyes looked as if they were on the verge of tears. Before he joined the others the bell sounded and everyone started heading towards the locker room. Billy stood in the showers with Tommy and Steve washing up afterwards Billy made sure to steal a few glances in Steve's direction when neither Tommy or he was looking.

He admired Steve's body, as well as his pretty impressive sized penis. It was surrounded by thick pubic hair with tiny little beads of water collecting in it. Steve wasn't very muscular, but had a nice flat smooth pale stomach, and his ass drove Billy absolutely wild. It was firm and round. As Billy finished showering, he popped his ears by pinching his nose and blowing out lightly, before standing back, hoping even subconsciously Steve would notice his body. He took pride in his body, and was constantly working out. Naked besides his St. Christopher's necklace that laid against his smooth wet hairless chest, he tilted his head back and knew this was his chance to flirt. Steve hadn't said much since they entered the showers, and he knew that little bitch Nancy was to blame. Word had all read spread around about who took her home after she got wasted at Tommy's.

"Don't sweat it Harrington. Today is just not your day man."

Steve's eyes stared at the tile floor where the drains where and for just a flickering moment glanced up and looked at Billy's penis. Billy felt a surge of excitement as Steve quickly dropped his eyes, pretending he wasn't looking. Tommy chuckled on the other side of the showers.

"Yeah not your week either...you and the princess aren't broken up for one day and she all ready ran off with that freak's brother."

Billy grabbed his towel, listening as Tommy continued to tease Steve, laughing it up before walking away. Seeing the pain in Steve's eyes, he watched as he began to shampoo his beautiful hair. Making sure Tommy was far enough away near the lockers, he smirked and leaned forward.

"Don't take it too hard man. Pretty boy like you got nothing to worry about. Plenty of bitches in the sea."

With that he playfully reached up and turned the water off as Steve's entire head was completely soaped up. Smirking, Billy stared at him as Steve squinted so shampoo wouldn't get in his eyes. Billy smiled before slapping the side of his arm before walking away, taking his time to wrap the towel around his waist. so Steve could get a good view of his ass as he headed towards his locker.

"I'll make sure to leave you some."

He heard Steve put the water back on and couldn't help but smile. He was planning on making Harrington his little pet project. Even if it was distant harmless flirting, he would get him to loosen up, maybe even become friends with him. He knew he was playing with fire, mostly in a small town like this. He knew there wouldn't be any second chances, or another move. Neil would kill him. Still, he couldn't believe himself. He was developing a pretty serious crush on King Steve. He figured it might take a few months, but maybe he would double date with him with a few dumb bitches from around here. A little movie played in his mind. Parked in the Camaro, getting a blow-job from some faceless little bitch, and Steve in the back, jeans down around his ankles getting blown as well. In his little fantasy he saw himself look over his shoulder into the backseat and locking eyes with Steve and being greeted with a smile. This fantasy turned to a very real and vivid image of the two of them kissing. It was so clear, he broke out in goosebumps.

Present

"BILLY!"

Steve found himself screaming as he rushed into the emergency room at the hospital downtown. He was running beside Billy who was laying on a stretcher, being pushed by several nurses, and a doctor using a pump for an oxygen bag placed over Billy's mouth. The doctor and nurses were all shouting, but none of it made sense. One seemed to be trying to shine a penlight into Billy's eyes, as he cried out in pain, a sound that absolutely destoryed Steve. Feeling tears well up in his eyes, he ran along the side of the stretcher, one hand firmly gripping the metal railing, the other squeezing his hand.

"WHAT'S WRONG WITH HIM?"

Everyone was talking far too fast for Steve to understand, but one sentence was clear enough for him to feel complete and utter fear pound deep within his heart, and make a hollow pit in his stomach.

"We're losing him."

The three words echoed, before Billy began to have a seizure. His eyes rolled back within his head, and he started thrashing back and forth against the metal railings of the stretcher violently. His back arched, his bare chest beaded with sweat as suddenly his entire body shove violently. For one frantic moment, underneath the overhead passing lights, he thought he saw Billy's usual beautiful sun kissed tanned skin now deathly pale with what appeared to be hundreds of tiny black spreading vines.

Steve then snapped awake, drenched in a cold sweat as he shot up from his bed.

For a brief second he truly didn't know where he was. He sat up wearing a pair of baggy basketball shorts, and one of Billy's Poison T-shirts. He had given it to him about a month ago. Steve had lied when his mother noticed it doing laundry, commenting that it wasn't his typical style, and asked when he go it? Steve had lied saying he bought it at the mall since he liked the band has just a bang around shirt to wear to bed. His mother had shrugged, buying his story before remarking that he had bought it a little big. In reality, Steve absolutely loved this shirt. For the first week after Billy had given it to him, he hadn't washed it. Instead he laid awake every night still smelling the faint scent of his musk and cologne, and it drove him wild. One night when Billy had snuck in through his bedroom window, he had noticed Steve wearing it and had playfully teased him.

Shrugging, Steve who had been sitting behind Billy rubbing his shoulders, gently kissed one before saying he liked wearing it, since after he leaves for the night, it still sorta felt like he was still there in a sense. Billy had turned his head slightly and smiled at him.

"You really are a little princess aren't you Harrington?"

Steve smiled back at him, before tilting his head and kissing him. Tonight, he awoke feeling his heart hammer in his chest. He suddenly felt sick to his stomach as he fully woke up. His big brown eyes scanned his dark bedroom, cool blue lights casting from the pool down below on the patio. He sat up, and his mind flashed back to that terrible dream. Looking over at his alarm clock he saw it was a little after four in the morning. Steve had a shift at Scoops at ten later today, and Billy was due to the pool at eight. They had made plans on seeing each other later on, but at this exact moment, all Steve wanted was to make sure Billy was okay.

Standing up, he swung his legs onto the carpet laid floor, and stood up. His hair was a mess, sticking up in different directions as he shuffled to his bathroom. Turning on the overhead light from the vanity, he squinted, and looked at his reflection. He couldn't believe how absolutely awful he looked. He was pale, and bags were beneath his eyes. Running water, he cupped his hands and splashed it up against his face, bangs dripping. Feeling sick, he steadied himself against the counter, temped to grab his phone and call Billy. He had his own line in his room, an expense he had paid for himself so Neil his father wouldn't bitch.

Still, it was late...or early, whatever it was and he was certain the ring might wake somebody else even if Billy answered quickly. Lowering his shorts, he took his penis out and aimed, doing the bathroom feeling the slight discomfort from a full bladder. He was still pretty sore from earlier. He had expected it to hurt, and was ready to be pretty embarrassed. Instead, he had a good talk with Billy before they stared, and he voiced how absolutely terrified he was about finally going ahead and doing it. Billy had listened, not teasing, not putting forth some tough guy front, instead he talked about his first time and had been honest.

He told him they could move at any rate he wanted them to move. He knew certain things to make it hurt less, and wanted to make sure this was special for him. In the end as much as it had hurt, Billy had spent his time making sure he felt good, and Steve was absolutely certain he was head over heels completely for Billy now. Sure he liked girls, had slept with Nancy, and had even loved her...but with Billy it was different. He was terrified. He knew what people would say, and had learned all about Billy's past, but somehow...being around him felt safe, felt...like he was home. He had come home, and his parents were all ready asleep upstairs.

They had a big cruise planned next week and that meant two whole weeks alone, which also meant Billy and him could enjoy themselves in the comfort of his own home. When he went upstairs, he undressed, and wasn't all that surprised to find a little bit of blood in his underwear. Tossing them out, he was warned by Billy that he might be sore for awhile, but he was totally fine. Steve showered, changed, and went to bed, unable to believe that he had sex with Billy Hargrove. Before falling asleep, a lazy smile spread across his face, and now a few hours later he found himself awake and absolutely terrified. He needed to see Billy. Switching the lights off, he returned back to his bedroom and grabbed a pair of jeans that were laying on the floor near his dresser. Hopping into them, he zipped and buttoned them up and grabbed his sneakers, before carefuly opening his bedroom door. Glancing down the dark hallway, he looked in the direction of his parent's bedroom door. Trying not to make any noise, he made his way down the stairs before grabbing his keys, and going out the back sliding patio door. Starting the engine, he waited knowing his parents' room were on the other side of the house and wouldn't hear the car. If they happened to get up before he came home he would make up some dumb lie about taking the car to the gym or something, ever since he couldn't get into any good schools his parents really didn't care what he did. His father had forced him to get that stupid job at Scoops, and lectured him about saving and taking life more seriously. His mother didn't seem that concerned at all, which was just as well for Steve.

That meant more time with Billy and nobody to disturb them. Taking one last glance at his house, he sighed, before backing the car up and headed down the dark road in the direction of Billy's house. He knew his heart wouldn't stop hammering until he laid eyes on him. Later... Billy had fallen asleep with his headphones on after coming home. Laying in just his own pair of sweatpants, he slept with his fan on, snoring lightly, his chest and flat stomach slowly rising and falling. Steve had circled around the house, going to his bedroom window, having snuck in through plenty of times, always secretly worried that Neil would somehow catch them and hurt Billy.

So far they had been lucky, but Steve didn't like taking any chances. Besides, the two of them had dozens of other meeting places. Having parked down the street, he jogged through a few yards, dew collecting on the grass, the early morning sky a midnight jet blue, the sun still having not risen. He made it to Billy's, seeing Neil's truck, and Billy's car parked in the driveway. Looking at the car he couldn't help but smile. In that backseat was where it had happened earlier. He smirked, before circling around to the side yard, looking at Billy's partly opened window, and took hold of the windowsill. Hoisting himself up, he pushed the window up, before looking inside.

He saw Billy asleep on the bed, headphones on, it's long snaking cord attached to the stereo system. Staring, he couldn't help but smile. Wiggling in through, he let his hands brace against the hardwood floor as he slid on his stomach, and made his way inside. The second he carefully landed on his stomach, sliding in, he turned and looked at Billy. Smiling, he lifted himself up and waited for a second, listening to any sounds that might alert him that somebody was up. Instead silence, just the faint sounds of Billy's breathing and light snoring. Walking over, he sat down on the edge of the bed, nervously chewing his lip before reaching and lifting Billy's headphones off. Softly some heavy metal music he couldn't quite place rang from them as he slid them off Billy's head past his curled thick dirty blond hair. Instantly Billy muttered in his sleep, his long lashes fluttered, before he stirred awake.

It took him a second before he raised an eyebrow, when suddenly he fully woke up, eyes widening as Steve smiled staring down at him.

"Steve?"

He muttered, his voice deep and dry sounding from sleep. Confused, Billy blinked, before glancing at his alarm clock. It was twenty till five. Scooting up a little, Billy pushed his headphones down and suddenly looked concerned. "What are you doing here? Is something wrong?" He harshly whispered. Steve gave a tried smile, and shook his head, reaching down and turning his fingers to gently stoke the side of his face.

"Sorry...I had a bad dream, just needed to see you."

Billy stared at him confused, before he made a face.

"You drove all the way over here because you had a bad dream?"

Steve blushed, dropping his eyes and shrugged.

"I know I'm such a pussy. It just...seemed real. I just needed to make sure you were okay."

"The dream was about me?"

"Yeah, it was stupid...but I just needed to see you and tell you...I love you."

Smirking, Billy sat up more, staring across at Steve before he cupped his hand and squeezed it. Turning it over, he gently kissed each finger of his before staring at him.

"I love you too Harrington."

Leaning forward, they kissed.