Billy cocked his head to see what Bobby and Jack was talking about.

"I can tell you Bobby, I bang way more chicks than you do." Jack taunted and stuck his tongue out.

"And they're all okay with you being gay?" Bobby taunted back, "You've got a meat-tenderizer stuck through your tongue!" he exclaimed, "Tag, help me out here!" he yelled.

Tag just stuck his tongue out, showing off his own tongue piercing in surgical steel.

"Fuck!"

Billy stuck his tongue out as well, showing off his own.

"Damn! How do you talk with hat shit in your mouth?" Bobby yelled.

Billy shrugged, "Get used to it."

"How long have you guys had 'em?"

"I just got mine two months ago." Murtagh said.

"I had mine done when I was…sixteen and the other when I was…ah…fourteen."

"Ma let you?" Bobby frowned.

"She was pissed."

"Why'd you do that to yourself?"

"Doesn't scar, and no one has to look at it all the time – and the girls do love it."

"Right."

"It's true!" Sofi said, "Samantha made her boyfriends either pierce their tongues or get lost – after Billy that is." She giggled.

Billy arched a brow and flicked his nose in distaste. "Your sister is crazy."

"Not the point…"

Bobby turned back to Jack, uninterested in the argument between the two of them, and decided to help him out with the dinner – to be more specific; set the table. It was true what Jack had said; Bobby really could burn water.

Billy averted his attention from Sofi for a brief moment and frowned at the two of them. There was something about Jack that nagged him silly. Somehow, the kid reminded him of himself when he was young…

~*~...

Billy walked next to Nick down the dimly lit path in the park. They had known each other for a few weeks now. They would meet up and play a bit of one-on-one after Billy was finished with school. Billy was still not sure as of why a famous hockey player wanted to spend time with him. He was just a kid. A fourteen year old kid. Nearly fifteen.

Billy shuddered as the cold December wind pulled at his hair, making the wavy honey coloured hair sway and shimmer in the street lights. "Are you cold?" Nick asked.

Billy shook his head, not noticing how mesmerized Nick seemed by the shiny locks that were bouncing around the pale and rosy cheeks. "I'm okay." He said quietly. Just as he was about to shove his hands in his pockets, they were caught by larger and very much warmer hands.

"No you're not." Nick huffed and closed his hands around the slender icy cold fingers. "You're like ice."

"My hands are always cold." Billy protested, but didn't pull away.

"Right, lets get you some hot chocolate." He said and pulled Billy towards the little kiosk standing by the frozen lake, their hands still entwined, Billy's hand nested in the palm of Nick's, keeping it warm. "A hot chocolate with cream please." He said.

The elderly man working in the kiosk glanced at their entwined hands briefly before he whipped up a yummy looking cup of steaming chocolate. "Here you go, that's on the house for you mister. Young love is too precious to put a tag on." He said kindly.

Nick froze, "Uh, we're…we're not –" he glanced down at the teen, whose cheeks had gained a deeper shade of pink. Nick swallowed audibly, "Thank you." He replied and accepted the cup.

They walked in silence after that. Their fingers still laced together, as neither had the courage to pull away. They stopped just on the other side of the small lake and watched the few birds still there swoop and dive in the air. Billy put the hot cup down on the fence and watched the slow milling of people walking by on the other side. He took a sip of the hot chocolate and offered some to Nick. "You want some?" he asked shyly.

Nicks eyes rested on the chocolate covered lips and the stripe of cream that covered his lower lip. "Yeah." He breathed and bent down to capture those pink and frost swollen lips.

Billy's mind froze as hot lips covered his own cool ones. What was he supposed to do now? How did grown-ups kiss? His parents never kissed in front of him anymore. And when he was little it were only gentle pecks. This was different. This was…hungry. His tummy flipped when he felt a hot tongue touch his lower lips.

Nick was about to pull back, thinking he had done something really stupid when he felt the boy's lips part to let him in. Gently he probed against the small tongue that met his own.

Billy whimpered and arched against the broad chest, his hands holding on to the older man for balance. Nick slipped his arms around the trim waist and pulled him close as the teens he continued to explore the warm mouth. The teen's hands slipped around his neck, just underneath the collar of his shirt. Nick shuddered as the cold hands came in contact with his skin.

Billy gasped when he felt a tell tale firmness press into his belly. It made his skin tingle and his tummy feel funny, but a good kind of funny. Panting, they broke apart and the teen buried his face in Nick's chest, his arms still around Nicks neck, and his arms still wound tightly around Billy's slim waist.

At the other side of the lake, the elderly kiosk owner smiled and shook his head, young love.

...~*~

Billy shook his head, "Jack, why don't you and Tag take the car for a spin, see some of the city, while me and Bobby finish up dinner? Turkey wont be done for another few hours."

Jack looked quizzed for a second, "Well, uh…okay…just don't let him touch anything –"

"We'll survive." Billy ensured the teen and shoed them out the doors.

~*~...