Billy
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meaning; maybe it was cause they had been school friends that he kept
his mouth shut. That had to be it, but then… shit here was doing it again,
wondering, and hoping that Billy could be as he was.
The final page loaded and Mike knew he had to do or say something. All
sorts of thoughts had run through his mind, he was still wondering why Billy
had shown him these type of pictures, was it to get him to admit he liked
them, could it be to drag the truth out of him, or dare he hope it was to
show his own secret desires?
Well his moment of truth was at hand, and he plucked up his courage to
force the issue, once and for all. He couldn’t stand not knowing, he just
couldn’t go through an entire night of being in this room without at least
knowing if he had a chance at being happy.
Funny, the one thing he had thought about when he knew he’d be meeting
Billy again, was how much he wanted to be with him, to hold him and to just
take care of him forever. Strange, he had always looked up to Billy, he was
the strong one, the smart one and yet he always felt this urge to protect
and look after him.
Well now he would either get a punch in the face, a dirty look, and most
likely wind up trying to explain all this to his parents. Well, he’d cross
that bridge when he came to it, which most likely was going to be damn soon.
“So…”
“So what Mike?”
“So… where are the pics of you?”
There, it was out. He had made his opening move and he was desperate to
try and see what Billy’s face showed. He hoped that if he just stared off
at the screen he could get through it all without too much pain. He didn’t
mind pain all that much, least the physical stuff didn’t really phase him
much, but his heart ached and he doubted if he could survive without
knowing.
“Of me? Why, uh… what is
that supposed to mean… I mean…”
“Well, uh… shit they are hot guys man… figured you’d be there
too…”
Shit he sounded so fucking lame, why didn’t he just come out with it.
Funny how Billy always made him feel so nervous.
Billy didn’t know which way to turn. If he stood up his fucking hard
on would give the show away, if he stayed there much longer he’d pass out
from all the stress he was feeling. His heart ached so damn much it was pure
torture. He could feel his chest heaving under the strain and with each
laboured breathe he took, he could smell Mike, and that only made it worse.
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