Terry went over the info they had compiled again. Cataloging and classifying all the homo-superiors at the Xavier Institute by there powers and the level of threat. He was surprised to discover that the institute housed a large number of mutants, but only a small few were class 3 and even fewer were above that.

"Terry remember what I told you."

"I know Bruce, stay back and be silent, let every one think that you're the batman."

"And?"

"And what?" Terry was puzzled had he mentioned anything else.

Bruce looked at Terry inquisitively.

"Oh; yeah. Keep on the telepathic scrambler."

"You seem a little distracted McGinnis."

"No, I'm fine. I just have some stuff on my mind."

"Set it aside McGinnis, we have work to do. Now read off that list again. Start with the high class mutants and work your way down."

"Ok um let see."

Terry picked up his note pad and forced his brain to think of the situation at hand, instead of mulling over the fact that he wasn't going to have anytime to see Willie. He read off the list of names, their position at the school and their powers.

"Kevin Ford, student uncontrollable Death touch, Julian Keller, also a student who has telekinetic powers and an old friend of yours, a teacher, goes by the name Wolverine. I'll skip over him and move on, but their all class four.

Next we have Emma Frost, Headmistress, Telepath and Diamond Form, the government has her filed as a class three. Then we have the triplets, students all telepaths. David Alleyne telepathic absorption, what ever that is, Josh Foley bio-manipulation and healing, the only other class three is a kid named Joshua Guthrie but I was doing a little digging in the headmistresses computer and found out that they have him listed as M.I.A.

"Good job McGinnis. Get every thing ready, we'll be leaving soon."

.n..

Xavier Institute. One hour later.

Josh Foley A.K.A Elixir wasn't prepared for the condition his best friend was in. He headed for the infirmary as soon as he found out that Jay was back and being kept there. He rushed in and peered past Hank and Emma. It was bad, worse then he thought.

"Where is… Oh, no."

Emma could feel the emotional tug of Josh enter the room. She turned around to see Josh standing there looking at his friend with a bewildered expression.

Josh's raw emotion got the better of him; he fought back the tears in his eyes. "What… What happened to Jay? Oh god where are his wings?"

Emma push back the wave of sorrow that assaulted her. "His wings have been amputated."

If Hank didn't know Emma better he would have thought her heartless. But he knew her frank response was do too the fact that she was trying to suppress the emotional bombardment she was receiving from others. He once herd her tell Laurie that she was often frank with her because it was hard to distinguish her own emotions from others when they were really strong.

Josh couldn't help but think who would do such a thing. He had started to ask. "By..."

"Who, we don't know… but more importantly his healing factor isn't compensating, Jay is dying." Emma didn't mean to read his thoughts, but with all that has been going on she was a little wired.

"No he can't die, I… I won't let him."

"I know Josh, I know but it might be to…" Emma stopped and looked over at Jay. "He's coming to."

Jay could hear voices, people talking over him, he couldn't make out what they were talking about, and to be truthful he had stopped trying after the firs fifteen minutes anyway. That and the fact that he had been slipping in and out of consciousness made it hard to follow anything that was being said.

But now, he could hear the voices as clear as day. The haze that clouded his mind was starting to clear and he was feeling confident albeit weak. He opened his eyes slowly, and wiped some of the crust away. "Uhhh…"

"Who did this to you?" Emma prodded, she hate having to ask him such questions now but she wasn't sure how long he would be up for, she had tried numerous time's to read his mind, but found the task impossible to do.

"It'll be okay Jay… I'm going to help you out, I'll heal you." Josh stepped forward, determined to restore his friend.

Jay didn't know what it was but the thought of being touch terrified him, all he knew was that he mustn't let them touch him, not yet. The feeling became more urgent as Josh approached, it was almost animalistic. He shot up out of the bed shouting. "NO…NO! NO! Get away."

Hank was amazed at the burst of strength Jay was displaying, and by his sudden movement, but it didn't take long for his doctor's instincts to take over. "He's pulling out his stitches… We need to hold him down."

"Don't touch me! Just get away from me!" the air around him rippled. Pushing all of them back a little.

Hank moved in to grab him but found that an invisible force was stopping him. Hank looked over at Emma. "I can't get any closer… he's holding me back."

Emma tried to get into his mind and help him calm down. It was hard but she found that it wasn't impossible, she noted, his mind was less guarded when he's using his new powers."

Josh tried to move in closer to hold his friend down; he hated seeing him hurt himself.

Jay could feel Josh approaching and he feared for his friend, he screamed. "I said stay back!" another wave rippled throughout the room. Sending everything but jay and his bed flying away from him. Emma had to do something and fast before someone got hurt.

Hank looked at Josh and Emma. "We have to get him under control before he reopens anymore of his stitches."

"I'm trying to get in his mind, but at the moment it's impossible. I need him to use his new powers again if I'm going to have any chance of getting in."

"Then we'll have to get him to use them." Hank wasn't too happy with his deduction. He didn't know how powerful these new powers of Jays were or if he even had full control over them, but if they didn't get him under control soon he might kill himself. Provoking him was the only option left, albeit a bad one. He nodded at Josh and they both charged Jay.

The air around Jay crackled with energy. "Why won't you listen? I said STAY BACK!" the wave that followed sent everything flying back. Emma's timing was impeccable, she had sent the mental domination for jay to sleep just when jay was about to knock them back.

Jay passed out; his body slumped over the side of his bed.

Hank tried to move and still couldn't, his body as well as Emma's and Josh was suspended against a wall, the air still crackled with energy. "He must be a class four now."

"He's a class five Hank, that last outburst, he didn't even get to start it before I put him out. That was just the precursor to something he was going to do."

Josh ran over to Jay as soon as he could move, his hand out stretched.

Emma grabbed his hand. "Don't touch him yet, he's still not fully out."

.n..

Bruce and Terry had been pulling up to the Institute when the car had stopped moving. It didn't turn off nor did the wheals stop moving but the car didn't go any farther. Bruce pulled out a small scanning device. Psychokinetic energy class five.

"Terry!"

"On it." Terry got out of the car and popped open the trunk. He pulled out four round disk the size of a fist and put them in his jacket. "I thought you said we were invited."

"We are."

Bruce turned off the car, deciding that it would be safer then keeping it on. Who knew when the Psychokinetic energy would dissipate, and the last thing he needed to worry about was a run away car.

Terry tried to walk toward the front door. He managed to get as far as the front bumper before the same force that stopped the car stopped him. "Um, Bruce. Are you having a small problem with… oh I don't know; putting one foot in front of the other, because I kinda am?"

Bruce took a tentative step forward, his hand outstretched and ready to meet the invisible force that barricaded his passage to the front door. His hand brush the shield right before it dropped. "I think it's safe to walk now."

.n..

Emma had managed to usher josh out of the room, telling him that Jay was in good hands. Hank had deduced that it was safe to touch Jay while he was passed out, and Emma had made sure of that. She setup a few complex barriers in Jays mind to help him control his new powers.

"How is he Hank?"

"I don't know as of yet, I have to run some test but he seem stable."

"That's good Hank, with all that's going on, I don't think the students could handle another upset."

Hank knew that Emma couldn't handle another upset, even if she didn't say it. She had been going through a lot.

"And what about what you can handle Emma."

"I have to think of the students first. Their confused hank, nothing makes any sense to them anymore, they look to me for answers and protection. Mutants all over the world have lost their powers and some mutants that have been reported dead have been spotted. And it's even worse then we thought Hank. I spoke to Forge and he said that he ran a spectral-analysis, what ever that means, anyway he told me that the results of his findings were catastrophic, that another reality was collapsing in on this one."

"That would explain a lot, Newtonian physics says that the same matter can't occupy the same space. So if two parallel realities collide then. Oh my god. Forge is right, this could be the results; I would like to see Forges work."

Emma held up her hand to silence Hank. "Our company has arrived."

The door bell rung twice. Terry was about to push the bell for a third time when Bruce stopped him. "She more then likely knows we're here."

"Oh, right."

The door opened to reveal a memorable looking young woman. Terry looked at the girl before him, surely if they met he would remember. He had honed his mind to utter perfection, surely he wouldn't forget her face had he seen it and still there was that scene of familiarity. Not to mention the look on her face when she saw him. It was brief but it said more then needed.

The girl smiled. "You must be Mr. Wayne and you must be Terry, Come in… I'm Aveugle Tache"

It's nice to meet you Aveugle. Bruce extended his hand to the young woman as he scoped out the area.

"Hello Mr. Wayne. McGinnis. You're early. I hope the mutant activities don't put you off."

Emma was descending the steps as she greeted her guest. She was dressed in all white with pearls and silver lipstick. Terry was impressed. She was quite a looker and not at all what he'd expected. He thought she would look much older and a bit more distinguished, how ever that was not the case.

She was short, about 5'6 the same height as Willie and about the same weight, and her eyes where almost the same color as willies to.

Emma looked at Bruce and Terry, she motioned with her hand as she said. "Follow me; I was thinking that it might be a little more comfortable in the den. We could talk there. Terry if you want you can have a look around."

Terry eyed Bruce quickly looking for his cue, he spotted the slight nod of Bruce's, and that was all he needed.

"I'd like that."

Emma was glad Terry took the offer, she didn't think that she could put up with the stray feelings of another love sick teen. As they entered the din Emma pointed to two chairs next to the fire place, and a table with two glasses of dark rum.

"Well Mr. Wayne I'll get right down to business." She was apprehensive as to how much to tell him, the least he knew the better, but there where things he was going to find out anyway so she thought it would be best to get that out of the way.

"How much do you know about Homo-superiors Mr. Wayne?"

"Quite a bit actually. I was a member of the J.L.A you know."

"Ah right. Well then let start with what you know."

Emma didn't bother mentioning that the members of the J.L.A weren't actually Homo-superiors but mutants, she figured how ever that the difference mattered little to him as it did most people. She was also finding it hard to pick up anything from him, not that she was trying but still, most people who weren't telepathic didn't have as much control over there thoughts. " Terry attended a party not to long ago where the cop were called because of fighting. Well that's not really what happened."

Bruce's expression still had that same flat look and his voice didn't rise or fall, it kept its even tone. "That much I know. Me and terry figured out that there was something bigger going on then just tow boys fighting. The scuff marks in the alley indicated that there were any where from six to ten combatants. The DNA analysis insisted that some of the combatants where Homo-superiors the cop call and response time was iffy to, oh and the most important thing was that Terry's brain algorithms where slightly off. So Ms. Frost. I came here for two thing really one to get the facts and two to fix Terry whatever it was that you did to him."

Even without her powers helping her, Emma knew that no bull shit tone of voice and in truth she would have expected nothing less from the take charge dark night, but she was not one to be cockled. And she thought now was as good a time as any to knock the man down a notch or two. Emma steeled her self, gaining her composure before she faced those cold blue eyes.

"Mr. Wayne…"

Terry wandered around, poking his head in and out of empty rooms, or not so empty as the case may be.

"Hi." The voice came from nowhere.

Terry turned, looked behind him and in front of him, the hall was empty, nor was there anyone in the room he'd just left. But he distinctly heard a voice. He cleared his mind and started to implement some of the batman training. He listened for breathing, looked for signs of misplaced shadows, any evidence of anyone in hiding.

He closed his eyes and cleared his mind of all distraction. He heard the slight intake of breath and grabbed out with lightning reflexes.

"Shit." The air that Terry was holding began to squirm, and slowly it took on the form of a young man. A young woman walked out of a room not to far off.

"Ha, I win, you have to do the cooking for a week."

"Dude you can let go of the ninja death grip."

"Oh yeah, sorry." Terry extended his hand. "I'm Terry."

"Nice to meet ya Terry. I'm Chloe and the half pint you're holding is Desmond."

"So you're new here eh, what's your power? As you can see I can go invisible. I turn other things invisible to, but I have to be touching them, and Chloe here can't do anything to ya, so long as you're awake that is."

"Shut up Desmond, I can alter dreams."

"Yep she's our very own Freddy."

"Keep it up Desmond and you won't have a goodnights sleep for a week… So what did you say your power was?"

"I bet its heightened senses, and reflexes. I'm right aren't I?"

Terry just smiled sheepishly. They think I'm a mutant.

"I knew it. I keep telling Emma that I have some mental abilities but she keeps saying no, but if I didn't then how would I have known that he was a mutant, Hmm Chloe, or what his powers were."

"Desmond shut up, sorry he doesn't know when to pipe down."

"It's ok I have a kid brother to, so I know what it's like."

"Hey umm, we were going to play mutant truth or dare with some friends, wanna come."

"sure."

Terry followed Chloe and Desmond to a small room with some other kids, mutant truth or dare was not at all what he expected, but then again it was called mutant truth or dare so why would it be.

He was having fun and gaining tons of info on who had what mutant powers, he didn't really notice that it had gotten really late until most of the students had went off to bed. Chloe had walked up to him before heading of to bed.

"It was nice to meet ya terry, but there's a ten o'clock bedtime rule here. So I'll see you around tomorrow."

"I won't be here tomorrow."

Just then a familiar looking boy walked up to Terry. "Are you Terry?"

"yeah."

"Emma sent me to let you know that there not done yet, she said that it should be no more then another half hour or so. The entertainment room is through that door on your left, you can wait there if you'd like."

Chloe and Desmond smiled and nodded to Terry before heading off to bed.

Terry went to the entertainment room, he sat there for ten minutes going over the days events. He had spent most of the day with Chloe and her younger brother Desmond. When they weren't playing some game they talked. She was a good listener. He told her all about what was going on with him and Blaze and Will, and how he like Blaze and didn't want to hurt her feelings and his new emotion for William. It was easy talking to her and some how she seemed to understand him. All in all today went well.

Terry pulled out his cell phone. He scrolled down the list of names to he got to Will and hit the call button. The phone rung and rung, as it had the last five times he tried to call Will. Finally it went to voicemail.

"Hi Will its me Terry, again. Um, I'll try back later."

He hung up the phone and watch TV for twenty minutes before nodding off

Willie had spent most of the day cleaning up the mess he and Blaze had made. Potato chip fight's seemed like a good idea at first but now there was popcorn bits all over the carpet and cookie crumbs in his shorts. Blaze didn't escape the junk food wars unharmed; she had onion and garlic in her hair and cheese marks all over her Wight shirt. Which she had somehow managed to guilt Willie into getting her a new one and a pear of matching pants.

It was late by the time he had gotten the house in order, Blaze had helped but had to go before the work was done, leaving Willie to finish up. Now that the house was clean he thought it would be a good idea to get the cookie crumbs off his cock. He laughed at a musing thought. What would Terry say if he where here licking chocolate chip cookie crumbs off him. That thought turned sour quickly when he remembered that Terry and him wasn't going to be anything more then a dream. He was back with Dana.

Willie sighed as he ran the tap in his dad's hot tub, he added in the oil's and bath bar's that he'd kept hidden and dipped beneath the hot water. he heard his phone ring and looked at the name of the caller.

Blaze.

"Hi Blaze."

"Hi Will, I was just calling to let you know I got home ok."

"Ok, Hun. I'll talk to you tomorrow then."

"Ok, night Will."

"Night Blaze."

Will was beginning to unwind he had soaped up and rinsed off, cleared the tub of the dirty water and washed it clean of grime before getting back in it to just soak. The water was soothing the jet massaged his ache out. His phone rung again and he looked at the name.

Terry.

He contemplated picking it up but then thought other wise. The last thing he wanted to hear now was Terry telling him that there was nothing between them and that it was all a mistake but we could still be friends. And he was the type that would still be a friend to. Willie didn't think he could handle that, not tonight, not yet, in truth maybe never, and that was the reason he had been avoiding Terry all week. Fear of rejection.

God I'm pathetic.

Willie nodded, sleep ready to claim him, but he was still unwilling to move from the steaming jets of the water. He'd prune but he didn't care.

He nodded again and rested his head on the headrest that was part of the tub.

"Chloe." Whispered Desmond. "I don't think this is a good idea."

Chloe held out her hand and Desmond placed the small pilfered item in it.

"It's a good idea, trust me, he needs this."

Terry didn't know when or how he got into the large bathroom with the hot tub. But he knew what he wanted to do to the Boy in it. He looked Willie up and down.

The smaller boy was sprawled out in the hot tub, one hand resting on a raised knee that poked out of the water, head thrown back, eyes closed and the other hand resting on his chest. William was a sight to behold, creamy skin fading into a sea of bubbles, wet black hair in disarray, and curling over eyelashes.

Terry could barely think. As he whispered "Dear god, I want you."

Willies eye's fluttered open, to see Terry gazing down at him. The look in Terry's eyes made his cock jump and the sound of that lustful voice was just what he wanted to hear. There are so many things that he wanted to do to Terry.

"Take off your clothes." He knew this was only a dream, and that made him feel bolder and more demanding then normal.

Terry smiled at the Order and pealed off his clothes slowly. Will move to help but was push back down with a hand to his chest."

When his clothes where finally off he leaned over the tub and crushed his lips against Williams. He commanded Williams tongue skillfully, circling Williams chest with his lips, hands, and tongue, he started at Williams lips with a kiss or two and proceeded on a downward flow.
Kissing and sucking at the neck, and after a minute or two of kissing that succulent neck,
Terry ran his tongue, down and across, slowly, he proceeded down, with soft, slow, repetitive feather light kisses.

William gasped as his chest rise and fell with sharp intakes of heady breaths. Terry enforced each sound with a lick, a suck, a nibble or a kiss.

Slowly Terry kissed, down the mid of Williams upper chest. Willie gasped, his cock full and hard and pulsing, begging to be touched. All attempts he made to touch him self was stoped by Terry pinning his hands above his head.

Slowly Terry proceeded downward to the balls. He placed a firm hand under Williams ass and raised his target to the surface, all the wile still circling his tongue over Williams skin, slowly
sucking, nipping, licking in a circle, ever so deliberate, trouncing him, Round and Round and Up and Down, occasionally, playfully, pulling with his teeth, as he circled ever so slowly.

Then, picking up speed, to a fast, pulsating, quiver, Terry begin to individually vibrate, each nut,
as he stimulate them, intensely, with hits of his tongue, ready, willing, and able to do whatever it takes to please William, whatever make's him comfortable. He didn't want to lose him, not now.

"Tell me what you want; I'll do whatever you imagine." Terry's voice was husk.

Willie moaned with relish. "don'tsopt, dontstop, ahgg." He couldn't articulate what he wanted so he chose to demonstrate it.

He stood up, stroked Terry's body, with his hands, Caressing every inch of lean skin, ever so slow, massaging with his tongue just as Terry had done, going down, down, to his navel
to lick slow back Up again. He slid his tongue into Terry's mouth, working it In and Out. Savouring this spicy flavour. This dream was so real. The smell the touch the taste and Terry, what Terry was doing to him.

Terry's hand gripped at Willies cock, he pumped slowly at first, and then accelerating his speed, wrist winding with every thrust, In, Out, Round and Round. Willies cock Jumped, Terry stoped but only long enough to look into his lovers eyes and smile then he continued, once again, slow. In, Out, Up and Down, Round and Round. Terry went down, placing his lips, squarely on willies cock, he sucked, licked, and hummed… all the while his hand tickling, and rubbing at heated spots, on the length of Willies body.

Willies hand stroke, needfully at the body that's setting him ablaze. He grinded his hips uncontrollably in motion, rhythmic and slow with Terry.

Willie can feel Terry, Long and hard, pressed up against him. Moving his leg into the hardening member. Working it back and forth, going slowly, and then fast then slow again. Intent on enthralling Terry to be his, at least in his dreams if nothing else.

Terry ran his teeth along Willies length. Further titillating the stimulation, he picked up his speed, as furiously as Willie, he licked and sucked. Each one pulsating, each other, getting each other hot.Terry continued to work Williams glistening, wet member. Every motion, taking Willie higher and higher, work him into a fever pitch, Willie came with a load moan. That was all it took to drive Terry mad, he worked some of the bath oil on his finger's then stroke the puckered opening of Willies tight ass with his oiled fingers.

Then, with determined acceleration, Terry increased his strokes. The more excited Willie got, the faster Terry went. Faster, Faster, and Faster, with every motion he watched Willies cock rise and with accelerated speed, bringing further stimulation.

Now Terry thought the moment is right, Willie was completely relaxed and ready, Terry pushed his cock inside. Held still for a moment to let Willie get use to him and then pushed up, deeper.

In, Out, then, Back up again, Hard, Rhythmic, and at first Slow, with Terry's every motion taking his cock deeper in, each time, getting his cock all the way in. Then, pull it out, slow.
Then, stick it back in again, upping His tempo, Faster, Faster, and Faster. With Terry's every gesture, giving more and more.

Changing his speed, once again and with Slow, Shallow, Long-lingering, Rhythmic thrust, driving his cock in and slowly, pulled it out.

Willie match the rhythm, stimulating his lover. slightly, clenching his ass, as Terry pumped in and out, squeezing the head of Terry's cock, against the swollen inner lips of his ass
giving as much as he got, but not giving it all, hands pulling, and kneading skin each time Terry pumped in and out.

Terry teased him, with that slow pulling motion, then a fast tempo just to go back to slow, then fast, each time hitting that spot in him in different rhythms that gave him total stimulation, bringing him to the edge then, back again.

Terry pushed up, Hard and Slow, trying to hold back the wave that pulled at his control, he was near the edge, and William had been stimulating his cock with his inner muscles, nearly driving him mad.

Slowly, being teasing by Willies ass, Swollen to full attention and ready to blow, Excited and
stimulated, he slammed in and out with his tip, then, back in again, Slow and Shallow, giving way to fast and uncontrollable, the head of his cock, hitting Up and Down at the sweet spot, teasing, rub, and with one Hard, Long-lingering, thrust after another Terry pushed Up and Up and Up and Up. Inhaling and exhaling quickly, growing short of breath, toe's curling, and hands wight knuckled gripped, panting his lover's name.

William swelled to overflowing, fingers pressed hard enough into hips to leave whelps. Head thrown back in bliss, ass clinching; as the wave of his orgasm took him full on. "Terry." Warm bitter sweet cum sprayed out over Terry's firm stomach.

Terry watch Williams balls draw in, as William tried desperately to hold out a bit longer, his ass clinched tight, giving Terry more pleasure and making him pump harder and harder, with, thrust, after thrust, after thrust. Then he heard his name being called in the heat of passion. His name on Williams lips, sent him into a fever pitch. Wildly he drove his cock Deeper, and Deeper, til he was all spent. His hot seed filling William.

Terry was exhausted but some how he managed to clean him and his lover before pulling William from the water and lead him to the bed. William was sprawled out on the bed, hand full of Terry's hair. Terry looked up at William. "How come you're avoiding me?"

"How come you're back with Dana?" Willie didn't want to be flippant but he was and he couldn't help that, he was to thoroughly work to be mindful of his words.

Terry cleared his throat. "I'm not, not really, I, I just don't know how to tell her that it's over, that's all. I don't want to hurt her feelings."

Willie didn't expect to hear that, his dreams where usually more rational.

"You've been avoiding me, why?"

"Because I don't want to hear the lets just befriends thing. Ok."

"What? Why would you think…"

"I'm not a girl for one, two its Dana I'm competing with, which brings me to three, look at me, I mean really look at me, how can I win."

"but…"

"Lets just lay here together, no talking, more cuddling. Ok." Williams eyes were pleading and he knew in. all he wanted was to be held.

Terry relented. Pulling William closer so that the smaller boy was artfully draped a crossed his body. He held Willy until his breath started to grow even. Kissing his temple lightly, Terry closed his eyes and whispered. "You idiot, it's not a competition, not when you're involved."

Chloe's skin gleamed with a light coat of sweat. Desmond poked at her. "Chloe, Chloe did… did it work?"

"It worked."

"What happened?"

Chloe blushed, her cheeks turning a deep red. "They talked."

Desmond looked at her skeptically, waiting for her to tell him more but she didn't. He sighed. "Is that all they did was talk, the whole time. Man those two have issues."

"You have no idea."

"That's because you won't tell me!"

"Desmond, did you put the chip back."

"Yeah."

"McGinnis, McGinnis … McGinnis." Bruce was standing over him, usually Terry was a light sleeper. Bruce checked the scrambler all was well.

Terry awoke to find himself fully clothe on a couch at the school.

"Umm.What time is it?"

"Eleven O'clock. Sorry that that went a little late, I'll have Aveugle show you to your car."

Terry's mind flash with an image of Aveugle on the floor. He cleared the cobwebs from his head and followed Bruce to the car.

"Are you ok McGinnis."

"Yeah, fine."

The ride home was quicker then the ride there but there was less cars on the road now. Terry got out the car and wave good by to Bruce, then he called his mom and told her that he would be staying the night at a hotel because they where running late.

He did a little patrolling and found his way to Willie's house. He saw Willie toweling off, and decided to follow his gut. He pulled out his phone and called William.

Willie heard his cell phone go off; he turned to look at the name but didn't bother to pick it up. It stopped then a tone indicating a message was left.

Willie played the message. "Hi William its me Terry, hope I didn't wake you, I'm down stairs and I know your door man won't let me up with out your say so, I was thinking about you and well anyway never mind I'll go to a hotel…"

Willie hung up the phone and called Terry back. The phone rung twice and Terry picked up.

"Hi William."

"Hey Terry."

"Did I wake you?" Terry knew he hadn't.

"No I had just gotten out of the bathtub, I got your message, are you still down stairs."

"Yeah."

"I'll ring the door man and tell him to let you up."

What the hell are you doing, this is a BAD idea. It suppose to be a clean brake and now you're letting him up. Willie berated himself a fool, but he wasn't going to let Terry wander the streets all night, Terry didn't deserve that.

The door bell rung and Willie hadn't put any thing on; he wrapped the towel firmly around his waist and went for the door. He unlocked the door and stepped aside to let a soak and wet Terry in. It was raining hard.

"I'll get you a towel and see if I have something for you to put on."

"Thanks." Terry pealed off his wet clothing and handed it to Willie who in turn gave him a towel, a tank top and a his dads sweats. No need in trying to give Terry a set of his pants they wouldn't fit. Though Willie thought Terry should wear more of his shirts because of the way they hugged him.

Terry eyed William appreciatively. The towel was still wrapped around Willie slim hips. "Thanks for letting me up."

"Your welcome but what were you doing out so late. I mean it's not safe out there. I'll call you a cab." He picked up his data card and punched in the destinations. "Your Ride will be here in ten minuet, the fare is paid for we will call prior to the cabs arrival, thank for using Limo Ride."

Terry smiled, Willie knew where he lived, and that was a good sign. At least he hoped it was, seeing as how he never told him were he lived. With an easy humor to his voice Terry spoke. "I can take care of myself, and anyway I wanted to talk to you, besides I didn't think you would send me away at night in this weather."

Willies face scrunched at the thought of being maneuvered so easily. Not that what Terry said wasn't true. He really could take care of himself, he could tell that he wanted to talk, why else would he be here soaking wet and Willie wouldn't turn Terry away, not when he really needed it.

"Sorry."

"For what?"

"For manipulating you."

Willie took a seat on the couch, sprawling out so that Terry would have to sit somewhere else, he really didn't want to be so close to Terry, not now while flashes of his erotic dream were haunting him. He needed to keep his cool and stay focused. He'd been putting off the lets just be friends speech for a while and now it was here. He could do this. I can't do this, not now pleas not now. "You said you wanted to talk. So talk."

"I… I, don't know how… how to begin. I've never been good at this sort of thing."

Willie swallowed hard. Here let me help you. He put on his fake smile. "Look Willie there is something I've been trying to tell you."

Terry smiled; maybe he already knows how I feel. "Yeah that's a good start. I would start with that, umm and I, ah."

"but you been avoiding me so I didn't really get the chance to et thing straight."

Terry nodded and Willie continued.

"I know that this Dana and me thing is what's bothering you and I'm sorry for that, I never meant for that to happen. It just that she's Dana."

"Yeah Dana is…"

"It ok Terry I know who she it. Here let me finish for you. Look William I like you as a friend and I'm hoping we could be friends but I love Dana and we're happy to…"

A feeling of mortification hit at the pit of Terry's gut. How could he have gotten it so wrong. "NO! You idiot." The words came rushing out of Terry's mouth. "It the other way around. I love you."

"What?" Willie was stumped, out of all the thing he'd expected, he hadn't expected this. He wasn't even sure if this wasn't part of his erotic dream. Over sudden William was very tired. "What, did you say?"

"It's the other way around."

He pinched Terry hard.

"Ouch."

"I didn't feel anything."

Terry smiled and leaned in for a kiss. It was a simple kiss, but filled with heat and passion. Warm silky lips pressed lightly together. "How a bout now?"

The heat of Terry's breath warmed the cool skin of Williams ear. "Now that I felt."

Terry deepened the kiss, ignoring the intercom stating that his cab was here, he lead William to the bed in his room. "I was hoping you would let me stay the night."

William became lightheaded and very sleepy as if the weight of the world had been lifted off his shoulders. He kissed Terry back, unskillfully and sloppy. Half already sleep and all full of smiles. "Yeah stay, if only to prove to me that this is not just another dream."

"You dreamed about me?" but Willie was already a sleep. Terry took a quick wash toweled off and curled up in bed with William. Once again he kissed Willie and then settled in for the night. I hope this isn't a dream he thought.