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Honestly, Stu was a little proud of himself. He and Billy had just finished up their weekly training session, which involved jogging through the nature trail around his house, doing some small weights, some squatting for as long as they could, then doing some grappling and fake stabbing while wearing the ghostface mask just so they could get used to the limited vision and slight breathing restriction. Stu used to be utterly destroyed by the end of one of these sessions, having basically never properly exercised before now. Yet today, he wasn’t as tired as usual. Maybe the training was actually starting to take effect! He still couldn’t keep up with Billy yet, and he still very clearly lost when it came to the play fighting side of things, but he wasn’t getting hopelessly left behind anymore! Maybe he wasn’t as hopeless as he’d thought? But now, it was 7 pm, and it was time to just spend the rest of the night relaxing together. Stu’s parents wouldn’t be home until 10, but they were both perfectly happy for Billy to still be here when they did. They didn’t even mind if he stayed the night, and by this point were almost used to it happening a few times a month. Sometimes, it was just that he needed a safe place to sleep off being drunk or high without dying in a drunk driving accident, but usually it was because he and his dad had had some sort of huge fight and Billy either had to leave or just refused to go home. Although, Stu had a feeling sometimes Billy just stayed over because he liked it here. With the fact Stu’s parents were gone a lot, and when they were here they mostly either stayed out of their way or just generally treated Billy well, Stu had a feeling Billy just liked the sense of freedom he got being here. Not that Stu would ever complain. Hell, he fucking loved it when Billy decided to stay over. Any excuse to be near him for longer would always make Stu happy.
Billy half collapsed into Stu’s bed, pretending he was perfectly fine after all that training. While he was a lot fitter and stronger than Stu, their self imposed training sessions went pretty hard. But they needed to do it. If they were really going to go through with their plans, they can’t have them be ruined by being unable to chase people without getting winded, getting lost and tripping because they didn’t know how to see out of the mask, or not being strong enough to actually… you know, kill someone. They knew from experience.
Stu went over to his little VHS shelf, mentally flicking through it to see if anything stood out to him.
“Anything you wanna watch or just whatever?” Stu asked, rubbing his chin a little as he thought.
“Whatever. Just need some background noise more than anything.” Billy hummed dismissively. Ok, so nothing too serious then… hmf…
“Nightmare?” Stu offered, pulling out the VHS box.
“Yeah sure that works.” Billy shrugged a little, moreso focused on getting himself comfortable. He grabbed one of Stu’s pillows to put behind his back, letting out a small pent up breath as he unwinded. Stu snapped open the VHS lid, turned on his little tv, and slid the movie into the tape slot. After a moment, he grumbled in annoyance to discover the scene just after Johnny Depp’s blood fountain was playing.
“Fuckin- god damn it man.” Stu snapped, angrily hitting the rewind button. Billy rumbled a little in amusement, but didn’t say anything. Once he had it set to the max rewind speed, Stu landed on the bed in a huff. It wouldn’t take that long, it was just annoying.
While it whirred, Stu took a moment to lounge out in bed, or at least as much as he dared to without invading Billy’s personal space. His thighs still burned from the squatting and the jogging, he needed to decompress. He got why they had to do it, they only had like 4 months until it was go time, but christ did it hurt. On the plus side, once all was said and done, he was going to have some wicked muscles. Maybe. He was kinda a stick, so he probably wouldn’t get anything outwardly cool like abs. He bet Billy would though, at least some sick arm muscles. That guy was already pretty strong, any time Stu had snuck a feel of those arms it felt like they could crush him easily. If he wanted to, that guy could pick up Stu and throw him.
The VHS clicked, reaching the beginning of the tape. Stu huffed, forcing himself upright so he could reach over and press play. He lowered the volume a little, then went back to his sprawl on the bed. He shuffled around to find a better position so he could lounge out, but still watch TV. Billy huffed a little in annoyance at the disturbance, but stayed quiet and let Stu work. Eventually, Stu decided the best spot was to lay on his side while hugging a pillow under his chest, feet down Billy’s end of the bed but making sure not to touch him. He glanced over at Billy to double check everything was alright and he wasn’t being too annoying, but Billy didn’t really seem to notice or care. He’d stopped staring at the roof and was now watching the TV, but he didn’t seem to be really focusing on it. Stu mentally shrugged, flopping back down to relax and watch TV.
Sure, he’d seen Nightmare On Elmstreet a million times by this point, but it was still a classic man. The blood and guts were over the top, the humour mixed with horror shockingly well, and how could you get a more iconic killer than Freddy Kruiger? Well, Michael Myers and Jason Vorhees were just as iconic, but man, it was just so different having a killer who actually talked. And not just talked, joked and laughed and had fun! Ah it was great… uhg, why had horror just died recently? It felt like nothing good had come out in these last few years. All the good shit was back in the 70’s or 80’s, so far the 90’s horror Stu had seen just hadn’t been fun at all. At least not compared to the old shit. Se7en was kinda cool, and hit the right spot for Stu of actual mystery and gore, but it just didn’t capture Stu the same way other films did. And don’t even get him STARTED on the Halloween movie that had just come out, “The Curse of Michael Myers”. The only curse in that movie was whatever curse was put on the writers to turn such a cool slasher villain into some god damn magic cult bullshit. The only good part was being able to joke with Billy about Dr Loomis being some long lost, fucked up relative. Wait, oops, he’d gotten lost and forgot to actually watch the movie. He’d missed the entire opening nightmare sequence. Fucking hell Stu’s brain was the worst…
Things were cozy and quiet for a while, bar the various noises from the TV. Neither of the pair spoke, but Stu didn’t mind. He just enjoyed being close to Billy. It was comfy, just being together… ah but he was also just a stupid sappy bastard. Billy probably didn’t feel shit. Especially not the kinda shit Stu did. Stu was just a dumb gay idiot… ok well, not actually gay. Girls were still cool, he very much enjoyed banging Tatum on the reg’. He just didn’t really feel the whole… what’s the right word… romantic love thing with Tatum. She was still a great friend he liked talking to and hanging around, and again the sex felt great, but his heart was just somewhere else. Roughly 2 feet away from him.
Stu glanced over at Billy, just checking up on him after the long silence. Billy was just staring off into space, a slight furrow to his brow. He wasn’t even pretending to watch the tv anymore. Stu pursed his lips a little. Sure, Billy also got tired after their workouts, but this felt different. He’d usually still be a bit chatty, maybe even laughing at Stu for being a baby about this whole thing. Or if they were feeling particularly excited, talking about any new ideas for the plan, or just generally going over how fun it was going to be. Right now though, Billy was just off in another world. He didn’t even look tired. Just… lost in a thought that didn’t appear to be fun.
“You right there?” Stu finally dared to ask. Billy’s eyes focused for a moment, glancing at Stu, but he was still frowning. He hummed a little in annoyance, before going back to thinking… Stu sat there awkwardly for a moment, unsure if he should try again or not. He sat up a little so he could be on the same level as Billy, slightly mimicking Billy’s position. Finally, Billy seemed to snap out of his daze, turning to face Stu.
“Trying to figure you out.” Billy hummed.
“Me?” Stu blinked.
“Yeah. Can’t for the life of me figure out what your fucking deal is.” Billy said, a hint of a growl to his voice.
“The hell did I do?” Stu protested. Billy shifted to face Stu fully.
“Agree to help me commit murder, for one thing.”
“Tch- I think I did a little more than just agree to it.” Stu chuckled, mind flashing back to that night all those months ago. Sure Billy had done the bulk of the work, but Stu had still been there the whole time to lend his hand. Grab flailing arms, prevent escapes, let Billy do what he needed to do. It’s not like he just heard about it over the phone or something.
“Exactly. That’s not a normal friend thing to agree to do. ‘S not like I could just walk up to Randy and get the same result, and he’s more into the killer horror shit than you are.” Billy pointed out.
“Well yeah, but Randy is also a bitch ass piss baby.” Stu laughed. Billy half-heartedly mirrored the noise.
“True, true. Still doesn’t answer why you agreed to all this though.” Billy said, giving Stu a little look he couldn’t quite decipher.
“Dude it’s been like 8 months, why’s this getting to you now? ” Stu asked, heart squirming a little under the interrogation. It’s not like he could tell the truth, so how was he gonna worm his way out of this one?
“Exactly, it’s been 8 months and you’re still here. You’ve never once said no to all this, or tried to talk me out of this, and you have absolutely nothing to gain from doing all this. So what are the other options here?”
“I don't know man, you tell me! You’re the smart one!” Stu goaded a little, without really considering that Billy would absolutely take up the challenge. Billy’s eyes hardened a little, and Stu felt his body give that little nervous tingle.
Billy leaned forward, and wrapped a hand around Stu’s throat. Stu’s heart leapt to attention, body freezing under the touch. Billy’s serious face grew darker, and he started to push firmly at Stu’s neck. O-oh fuck. Stu couldn’t think properly. The slight choke, Billy touching him at all, those dark and hard eyes, Stu’s brain just completely shut down. He just let Billy push him backwards without a single protest. Billy nose scrunched in annoyance, forcing Stu fully onto his back. There was a small pause, before Billy climbed on top of Stu, sitting on his waist. Oooh, Stu was going to die.
“I thought maybe at first you were just afraid of me, but…” Billy trailed away, starting to squeeze. Stu wheezed in shock. Oh fuck, oh no, why was this turning him on? His heartbeat was going insane, and he had to be turning red.
“You’re not afraid of me. I could just keep pressing harder…”, The pressure on Stu’s throat increased, almost completely cutting off his air. “-... and harder…”, Stu wheezed as the pressure doubled, completely choking him. His head was spinning, and all the blood was leaving his head and straight to his crotch. “-...And you don’t even struggle. Not even a single doubt I’ll pull back before I start to kill you. Even though you’ve seen me kill before. You know how easy it would be for me to just hold you here like this until you die, yet you’re not scared. So w hy?”
The harsh, angry snarl in Stu’s ear was sending him reeling. Crap, he was getting hard. His head was swirling from the lack of air and arousal, but he just couldn’t convince his body to move. He could push Billy off so easily, pretend he wasn’t getting hard by rolling over, turn this all into some sort of joke, but he felt paralysed. Like Billy’s icy dark eyes had him locked into place. Billy glared a moment longer, before releasing his choking grip. Stu took a shaky, thankful breath, painfully aware of how his body lurched with pleasure.
“If you’re not just following me out of fear, why the fuck do you stay around? Why kill for me?” Billy demanded, giving Stu an angry little shake. Fuck- shit- Stu was rock hard. And Billy was still sitting right on top of his crotch. M-maybe if he just stayed as still as possible, Billy wouldn’t feel it.
“Can’t I just like hurtin’ people too? Why‘s there have to be a big special reason for you?” Stu croaked, voice still not quite recovered.
“Enough to get wrapped up in all my bullshit? Liking to watch someone get hurt is nowhere near the same as helping me stab someone you know to death, or plan a string of murders with me.” Billy rumbled, moving his hand from Stu’s throat to press his nails into his collarbone. Fuckin- please don’t feel the way that made Stu’s cock leap.
“Look what the fuck do you want from me man. You think I’m like a spy or something? What do you want me to say?” Stu said, finding it hard to keep eye contact with Billy when his heart was racing so much. Billy looked like he was about to snap something back, but bit his tongue... He rumbled a little in annoyance, leaning back to break his dominating hold over Stu. Putting way more pressure on Stu’s raging erection.
“I don’t know. Just keep convincing myself this is all some sort of trick. You’re really just, I don’t know, cool with all this for no reason? I just don’t understand-” Billy suddenly cut himself off. He’d been moving as he spoke, accidentally rubbing against Stu’s crotch. Oh fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck- Billy’s brows furrowed a little. Stu choked, unable to stop his little gasp as Billy deliberately ground his hips forward in a slow, heavy motion. Stu’s dick made a valiant attempt to tear straight through his pants, and there’s no way in hell Billy didn’t know. Stu was going to die. Billy’s little frown of thought turned into a sort of confused stare.
“Are you fucking hard?” Billy asked incredulously. He moved his hips again as if to reconfirm what he was feeling. Stu’s nails scraped the bed as he tried to hold in his desperate groan.
“Dude quit moving like that!” Stu hissed, losing his mind trying to fight his body screaming at him to start grinding back. Billy’s face suddenly hardened, an almost snear-like expression.
“Oh is that how it is, huh?” Billy snarled, deliberately repositioning his hips to press his own crotch to Stu’s. “You’re doing all this because you’re a goddamn fairy?”
Stu wanted to protest, say he’s not doing all this because he was a… a ‘fairy’... but Billy’s hips were rocking forward, grinding their crotches against each other. This time, he couldn’t hold in his whimper. He couldn’t stop the slight lift of his own hips desperately meeting the touch. That touch he’d been dreaming about for years.
“I had a god damned feeling, but I didn’t think you were actually only doing all this because you’re a desperate, no good, faggot.” Billy punctuated the last few words with a harsh growl and heavy thrusts. The hand was suddenly back around Stu’s throat, not choking him, but still grasping hard enough to let Stu know Billy absolutely could hurt him if he wanted to. Stu had no response. What could he even say? How could he admit that Billy was right. That sure, he did have a thing for blood, and the thrill of killing that bitch Maureen was one of the most exciting things he’d ever done in his life, but he only agreed to all that in the first place because he’s a stupid fucking idiot who fell in love with his best friend. Billy gave Stu’s throat a little squeeze, and Stu’s couldn’t help the way he bucked up into Billy’s- holy shit, was Billy also hard? He tried to properly glance down and confirm what the hard shape he’d just felt against his shaft was, but Billy just snarled and forced him back down against the bed, choking him. They were still for a moment, just staring at each other, and Stu was having a hard time getting his hazy brain to decipher the situation. Billy looked mad and upset, yet he wasn’t stopping this. Fuck, he was the one to resume the grinding. So if he was disgusted by the fact Stu wasn’t straight, why was he still going?
“So is this really what you’ve been after this whole time?” Billy hummed in a mocking tone, moving his other hand to Stu’s side to keep himself stable as he thrusted harder. Stu still couldn’t reply, but couldn't help the small shaking moan practically confirming Billy’s venomous words. Billy gave a little ‘tch’ of annoyance.
“Normally I can’t get you to shut the fuck up. What’s the matter faggot? Too much of a pussy to admit you want this?” Billy snapped a little in annoyance, deliberately grinding their clothed cocks together to accentuate his point.
“N…not a faggot.” Stu finally choked out, semi literally as Billy’s grip on his throat put pressure on his adams apple.
“Oh yeah? This back here says otherwise.” Billy taunted, rolling his hips around to feel Stu’s erection. Stu’s eyes just about rolled back in his head at the sensation.
“Gh- fuck- I like both, man. Guys and girls. B-both are cool.” Stu stuttered out, finding it hard to keep a straight thought as Billy kept dry humping him. He couldn’t even really look Billy in the eye as he spoke, any time he dared to glance up he was met with the sight of Billy bearing down on him, dark eyes boring into his soul, hair splayed out, flushed cheeks, and that angry sneer. Even just glancing for a second made Stu’s body turn to complete and utter jelly.
For some reason, this answer seemed to piss Billy off.
“Not a thing, stop lying to me. Just admit you’re a worthless fucking fruit.” Billy growled, nails digging into Stu’s skin.
“I’m serious! I…might have a preference for one over the other, but both are good. Tits are hot, dicks are uh, p-pretty fucking hot, just never… you know… I don’t know man.” Stu admitted shakily, fear finally hitting him as he said it out loud for the first time. Dry humping your bro’s dick was one thing, but telling them you have a preference for cock? That shit got people killed.
Billy let out an angry snarl, and for a moment Stu was convinced Billy was going to hit him. The hand on Stu’s hip tightened into a fist, digging into his skin, and the hand returned to pressing down on Stu’s throat. Billy shut his eyes, bearing his teeth a little. There were a few moments of stillness, only broken by the pair’s heavy panting… Before Billy gave himself a little, almost violent shake.
“Shut up. Just- go back to not talking.” Billy rumbled. And again, despite all the evidence to suggest Billy was angry about this situation, he was the one to restart the grind against Stu’s crotch, and he was clearly still rock hard. Stu’s mouth moved before his brain could stop it.
“Make up you’re fucking mind, asshole…”
“Shut up you stupid sack of shit!” Billy snarled, yet his anger just made him grind down on Stu’s desperate cock harder.
“Maybe you need to admit you like a bit of dick!” Stu dared to shoot back. He went to continue, but was cut off by Billy really starting to choke him, completely cutting off his air supply. The fury in Billy’s face was enough to make Stu fear he’d gone too far.
“Listen here you worthless faggot! Don’t you fucking push me, you know how badly I can fuck you up! Just because I can’t kill you doesn’t mean I can’t beat the shit out of you!” Billy spat in rage, shaking Stu hard. Oh god, why did this just make Stu harder? Sure, he was scared, but it was like that fear only fueled his erection further. Still Stu didn’t fight back, he just let Billy keep choking him harder and harder, oddly fine with the fact he couldn’t breathe. It just felt… weirdly good to get so totally and utterly dominated by Billy. Even as he was starting to get dizzy, he didn’t struggle. Billy just stared down at him, fuming with rage as he held Stu there. The lack of air was starting to get too much for Stu to handle, the pressure and dizziness growing stronger by the second. Finally, Stu lightly tapped Billy’s wrist, just to let him know he was at his limit. Stu didn’t actually expect it to work, but Billy released his grip on Stu’s throat almost immediately. Stu gasped and coughed a little, gulping down as much air as he could get just in case Billy started up again. Billy stared down at Stu’s struggle, the previous anger just… gone. His face was just sort of… tight.
“A-asshole…” Stu croaked out before he could stop himself. He readied his body for another burst of rage… but none came. There was a slight flicker of anger in Billy’s face, but his eyes were closed, shoulders deflating. Like he was mad at himself, not Stu.
“I know. Just… just let me do this. No more talking.” Billy said with a sigh, hanging his head a little. He took his hand from Stu’s neck, and moved it down to rest on Stu’s stomach. After an almost nervous second, Billy’s hips began to move again. The movements were slower, more unsure than before. Like he was just waiting for Stu to call a stop to this or something. Just to show he was still into this, Stu raised his hips into the touch. Billy finally opened his eyes again, giving Stu a questioning little glance. Stu moved his hips into Billy’s again, trying to let him know it was all good. Weirdly, Billy looked a little relieved, letting out a pent up breath. He straightened his back, and started to rut against Stu for real again. It took a moment for the pair to refind that golden spot from before, clothed erection grinding against clothed erection. It barely took any time for Stu to be brought right back to that hazy headspace, daring to let his huffs of pleasure become audible again. It felt good… fuck it felt good. Billy’s cock just grinding against his, back and forth over and over again… this shit kinda felt better than half the stuff he’d done with chicks. Maybe not as good as actual sex, but this felt so much better than any handjob he’d been given, or even most of the blowjobs he’d been given.
Billy finally let out his own shaky huff of pleasure, fingers mindlessly scraping against Stu’s stomach. That sound… now that was something that was going to be permanently stuck in Stu’s head. Small, unsure, but just so real. He needed to hear more. Stu raised a hand and lightly touched Billy’s hip, but didn't grab right away like he wanted to. Instead, he gave Billy a questioning little glance, not wanting to push things too far if he didn’t want to be touched. Billy glanced down in surprise, but didn’t shrink away like Stu had expected.
“Yeah?” Billy breathed.
“Can I?” Stu asked, a small croak still creeping in the back of his throat. Billy huffed that little shocked noise of pleasure again that sent Stu’s heart crazy.
“Yeah, go for it.”
Stu wrapped his hands around Billy’s hips, grasping them gently. Even through the shirt and the pants, Stu could feel the slight muscle over bone, the way they moved with each roll of Billy’s body, and god did this feel natural. Like his hands were always meant to be right here. He’d never felt this when holding Tatum in this same position. The extra grip made it easier for Stu to properly grind up into Billy, pushing all this from a sort of foreplay into something that could really get the pair off.
“Shit…” Billy breathed weakly, running a hand through his hair. The flush in his cheeks drove Stu crazy. He humped into the man above him like his life depended on it. Billy choked a little in surprise, quickly having to grab Stu’s stomach to keep from being bucked off. Once stable, he chuckled a little. “Christ man, easy! Gonna knock me off.”
Again, Stu’s mouth moved before his brain even realised the intent to.
“ ‘D rather knock you up.” Stu groaned, daring to let his fingers push under Billy’s shirt just enough to touch skin. Billy snorted a little in amusement, shaking his head.
“Shut the fuck up dude…” Billy huffed, but the little smile on his face was still clearly visible. Stu tried to stick his tongue out a little, trying to be funny, but he couldn’t keep hold of it for long. Not when Billy’s rolling his hips were pushing him closer and closer to the edge by the second. He could already feel that tight heat building in his body. He wasn’t quite there yet, but if things kept up like this it wouldn’t take long at all.
The pair devolved into mindless horny grinding, only caring about getting off. At this point, Stu was hazy enough that he didn’t even mind the growing pain in his stomach and thigh muscles. All he cared about was hearing Billy groaning as the pair pushed each other closer and closer to a messy release. The feeling of fabric grinding against fabric was so much better than he ever thought it would be, although he wished he could rip their pants off for real. Just add a bit of lube to get some real frotting action on. With the pants on, Stu couldn’t even figure out how big Billy’s cock was. It felt nice and thick, but that could also just be Stu’s far too eager mind making things up.
Stu mindlessly swore, pushing his hands further up Billy’s shirt to touch his bare stomach. It was so soft, and he could feel those powerful muscles underneath. Billy shivered under the touch, biting his lip to lower the volume of his little moan. Even smothered, that sound lit fires in Stu’s body. He couldn’t stop his hips even if he wanted to. He was going to cum right in his boxers like a dumb, horny idiot.
Billy suddenly stopped, face scrunched up in need as he panted heavily. Stu could only let out a questioning little hum, words too much for his brain to handle right now.
“You really ok with all this?” Billy asked huskily. Stu nodded enthusiastically, no hesitation. Billy swallowed heavily before continuing. “...You wanna suck my dick?”
The noise Stu made was inhuman. He couldn’t be more turned on if he tried.
“Fuck- yeah. Yeah man.” Stu nodded, only just holding in his urge to beg for it. Billy gave a shaky laugh, like he wasn’t actually expecting a yes.
“Well then, get on your knees for me.” Billy purred, taking a moment to stroke up Stu’s neck sensually before pulling himself off. Stu felt naked without Billy’s body on top of him. He let himself get lead onto the floor, watching eagerly as Billy got himself comfortable on the edge of the bed. Oh Stu could just about die as he watched Billy push his pants down enough to free his leaking cock. It was the hottest thing Stu had ever seen in his life. He was thicker than Stu, uncut, head shiny with how much precum had been smeared around by all the grinding, and so flushed with need Stu could almost smell it.
Billy gave himself a few strokes, before motioning for Stu to come closer.
“This what you wanted so bad?” Billy asked with a little growl. Jesus christ, Stu was actually getting dizzy. It was like every last drop of blood that should be in his brain was just going right into his screaming erection. He nervously scooted forward into that position he’d had so many wet dreams over, dick right in his face eager and waiting. He carefully reached out, giving a small questioning glance to make sure this was still ok. Billy just stared down at him with those lustful dark eyes that drove Stu insane. He flinched a little in shock as Stu gently replaced the hand around Billy’s cock with his own, and gave it a light stroke. Fuck, it was so thick and hard and… real, and in Stu’s hands, and he could really just touch it or suck it whenever he wanted to. It was a little embarrassing to feel Billy’s eyes burning into the back of his head as Stu took his time trying to memorise the cock he’d been fantasising about since maybe middle school. It took all his will power not to just bury his nose into Billy’s pubic mound and just get drunk off the smell of his leaking cock.
“Having fun down there?” Billy asked with a little mocking laugh. Resisting the urge to say yes, Stu busied himself with stroking Billy’s cock. Stu had never really gotten a good look at an uncut dick before, and the way the foreskin moved over his tip was mesmerising. He was honestly a little jealous, it looked like it felt so good… now uh, h-how do you suck a dick? He’d seen girls do it before. Hell, Tatum had sucked his dick before. Multiple times in fact. But watching and thinking about it was way different than actually doing it, right? Uhg stop being a pussy. Just… Stu just had to do what he knew he liked. Billy would give him a yell if he was fucking it up.
Stu swallowed down his fear, made sure his mouth was plenty wet, then took just the tip into his mouth. Billy’s breathing hitched, and Stu heard the sound of nails scraping over bedsheets. Ok, that’s a good sign. Stu relaxed, letting his tongue move around the tip in his mouth. It was a new taste, but he liked it. Still mostly the taste of skin, the salt of sweat, and that flavour of precum Stu never knew how to explain. Not bitter, not salty. Almost like, savoury? But that felt like a fucked up was to describe precum. What was the name of that other flavour people said existed? Umami or something?
“K-keep going already.” Billy growled a little, breaking Stu out of his dumb thought loop. Stu hummed a little, and moved his mouth further down Billy’s cock. The choked gasp of pleasure made Stu’s body soar. No mocking, not a hint of that previous anger, just pure shocked pleasure. Like Billy hadn’t even expected this to feel good. Stu thanked whatever gods existed for his lack of gag reflex as he made it all the way to the base of Billy’s cock, swallowing the whole thing down like it was nothing.
“Fuck- Stu you- holy shit…” Billy groaned, running a hand through Stu’s short hair. Stu suddenly hated that his hair was too short to be grabbed. Regardless, the touch and Billy’s noises were making Stu lose his mind. His cock practically crying with need, unable to even rub against his own underwear at this angle. He started to move his mouth back and forth, being slow and careful as he got used to the feeling. Billy’s gasps of pleasure let him know he was doing something right, even if he was being so cautious with these movements. Stu just knew what it felt like to accidentally get a tooth scraping up the side of your shaft, so he was being overly careful. He was also taking his time to get used to the fact that hey, there was a dick in his mouth! Not some hairbrush handle or Stu’s wandering fingers, a real live penis was in his mouth. It felt so much better than the inanimate objects he’d practised on. It was warm, and squishy, and it was slightly flexible, and it tasted so much better than he expected it to.
As Stu got the hang of things, he let himself relax and speed up his movements, even taking a moment to remember to try moving his tongue around. Judging from the sharp noises above him, he must be doing at least a decent job. Stu dared to glance up at Billy, dying to know what he looked like right now. Oh christ he was gorgeous. Eyes mostly closed and hazy, lips slightly wet and parted as he panted heavily, and his cheeks still that slightly flushed pink that drove Stu insane. Stu couldn’t hold in his groan of desire. Apparently the vibration of the noise must have been intense, because a choked gasp of pleasure tore it’s way out of Billy’s throat and nails scraped the back of Stu’s neck. Billy’s eyes met Stu’s, and it was just too intense for Stu to handle. He could only keep up the eye contact for a few seconds before he had to glance away.
“Fuck Stu, you sure you’ve never sucked a dick before?” Billy chuckled breathlessly. Stu hummed happily under the praise, positively glowing. “The look suits you.”
Stu’s hand was moving before he even realised it. He pushed his pants and underwear down in a messy motion, freeing his desperate erection from it’s prison. Billy grumbled in annoyance as Stu pulled off his cock, but stopped when he saw Stu spitting into his hand. It wouldn’t last long, and it wouldn’t be as good as lube, but Stu was going to die if he didn’t cum soon. And getting up to go to the draws to find the heavily used bottle was too much effort. Stu couldn’t stop the shaking whine of relief as he started to stroke himself in messy, heavy movements. Billy gave Stu a few seconds to enjoy himself, before reaching out and hooking a finger under Stu’s chin and leading him back to his own waiting erection.
“You can multitask.” Billy smirked. He didn’t force Stu back onto his dick, he just pulled him close to let him start on his own. On the one hand, Stu appreciated the thought, on the other fuck did the idea of Billy using him make Stu harder than diamond. He didn’t even hesitate to swallow back down Billy’s cock, worshipping the groan of pleasure above him. He wrapped his left hand around Billy’s thigh so he could keep himself stable, while his right tried it’s best to keep jacking off. It was out of time and messy, but anything was better than the pain of going untouched. It was hard to get his hazy brain to concentrate enough to move his head back and forth, rub his tongue around, and jack himself off, but he was managing. In the very least, Billy seemed to be enjoying it, which was what mattered most. Although Stu couldn’t lie, just having a cock in his mouth while masturbating was hurtling him towards release faster than anything he’d ever felt before. He was right back to being three quarters of the way there after barely anything.
The fingers moved from Stu’s jaw to the back of his head, stroking what little hair they could find. Billy’s fingers traced mindless patterns as he panted and gasped. Each and every little noise Billy made drove Stu insane, and he hoped he could remember them all for the rest of his life. Nothing could sound better than his pleasure. Especially knowing Stu was the reason for it. He was finally starting to get the hang of this though, it was getting easier to keep his mouth moving consistently without having to focus on each and every bob. His jaw was starting to feel the strain of being held so wide open, but it wasn’t painful yet. He could handle it. He was a little surprised at how much saliva was leaking out of the corners of his mouth though. He’d never seen it happen to Tatum, was this normal or was he just some sort of freak? He felt like a mess, but it did make his mouth glide up and down Billy’s cock super easily. He did wish he could take some of this excess saliva and use it to relube his own cock. Stu’s desperate erection had been doing a valiant effort to make enough precum to lube himself up, but it wasn’t quite the same.
Stu felt like such a slut as he moaned around Billy’s cock, but this really was a wet dream come to life for him. How could he not enjoy this? Especially when his every moan and groan apparently just made things feel better for Billy, who gasped and writhed every time. It was amazing to feel the way Billy’s cock occasionally strained in his mouth, usually paired with the nails at Stu’s neck suddenly digging in. The jaw strain was starting to ache uncomfortably, on the verge of pain, but Stu forced himself to ignore it. He just had to work himself harder, move his head faster, and they could both cum before Stu had to quit. Stu dared to glance back up at Billy, needing to see his look of pleasure. Stu cursed himself for not being closer to orgasm, if he could cum to this sight he could die happy. The way Billy’s face was scrunched up in heated pleasure was breathtaking. If Stu could take a photo and NOT have Billy beat the shit out of him for it, he would absolutely take a picture of this moment to jack off to for the rest of his life.
The noises above Stu were getting so heavy and wet, and Stu could taste how much precum was starting to smear over his tongue.
“G-gonna cum. What do you want me to do? I’m cool with… nng fuck- I can pull out and finish myself off if you want.” Billy asked shakily, oddly polite and nervous. Stu groaned around the cock in his throat, deliberately wrapping his free hand around Billy’s hips so he could bury himself deeper into his cock. Billy choked out a shocked gasp, hands mindlessly pawing the back of Stu’s head in an attempt to find something to hold onto. He tried to say something, but none of the words made it past the first syllable before it just melted into panting and whining. Stu gave up trying to touch himself, focusing purely on pushing Billy over the edge. Which from the sound of things, wasn’t going to take long at all. Nails started to scrape up the back of Stu’s neck, hard.
“Fuck- Stu- Stu-!”
Stu yelped a little as he felt the first shot of cum go right down the back of his tongue, triggering his brain to think he was choking again. He resisted the feeling though, slightly moving his tongue up to keep the rest of it from just shooting straight down the back of his throat. The intense groans of ecstacy above him were the best thing Stu had ever heard in his life. It was going to be the sound he came to for probably the next straight month. Stu moved his mouth slowly around Billy’s cock, milking out every drop of cum he could. It was a new taste, slightly different from his own, and it made Stu’s head spin. He could feel each pulse of Billy’s cock against his tongue, and it was amazing. Even as the heavy spurts slowed to a weak ooze, Stu was completely intoxicated by how he could actually feel each and every pump in his mouth. He was almost disappointed when Billy was spent, because it meant he had to stop. Stu pulled away, licking that last little drop from Billy’s tip. The slight overstimulation made Billy flinch. Stu eagerly swallowed down his mouthful of cum, still blown away how much had actually managed to fill his mouth.
“F-fuck dude, you really swallowed all that?” Billy asked weakly, trying to chuckle but too drained of energy to get it out.
“Did you not want me to?” Stu panted anxiously, suddenly worried he’d fucked up. Was that not the norm? Tatum did it, and he’d never really given it much thought before. He just wanted to do it.
“No just- no one’s ever done that for me before. Thought it was too gross or something.” Billy explained, taking a moment to wipe the slight beads of sweat from his brow. Since his hands were free, Stu couldn’t help but rush back to pawing pathetically at his needy cock. If he didn’t cum soon, he was gonna die. He wanted to cum while the taste of Billy was still fresh on his tongue, and he could remember every tiny cadence of Billy’s orgasm cry. His head thumped dully against the side of the bed as Stu slumped forward a little purely focusing on masturbating. His arm was starting to ache a little, reminding him that it had only been an hour at most since he’d done weight lifting, but he didn’t stop. He couldn’t stop. He was getting so close. He just had to- something-
Stu flinched a little as Billy shifted around above him, nervously glancing up out of habit. He choked a little as he realised Billy was watching him. Watching his every movement with a hazy interest, almost studying him. Stu was going to have a heart attack, he swore to god.
“So…you’ve thought about this before?” Billy asked softly, leaning forward a little.
“Haah-... m-maybe, yeah.” Stu admitted breathlessly, head starting to drift away a little. A finger hooked Stu’s chin, encouraging him to look back up and into Billy’s eyes.
“You ever cum to me before?”
Stu’s entire body lurched hard. He could barely keep looking at Billy as his cock strained and leaked with desperation. His cum riddled brain didn’t even hesitate to tell the truth.
“So much, so fucking much.” Stu panted, bicept straining painfully from how hard he was working himself. Billy let out a small, surprised huff.
“Fuck man… you getting close?” Billy hummed, rubbing his thumb over Stu’s jawbone. Stu nodded enthusiastically, feeling the tight heat in his stomach just waiting to burst. It just needed one last little push…
“K… kiss me, p-please.” Stu stammered without thought, not even considering the repercussions for even a moment. He just knew he needed it. Billy… looked a little startled. Maybe even scared. He opened his mouth a little, like he was about to start talking, but nothing came out. He closed it again, glancing around the room a little.
“...Just a little one, ok?”
Billy leaned down, putting his face in front of Stu’s, but couldn’t quite seem to take that last extra step. That didn’t deter Stu, who barely even noticed it. All he could process in his brain was that Billy had said yes! He greedily closed that gap, needing to feel Billy’s lips more than he needed to breathe. Billy huffed a little in surprise, but didn’t pull away. He didn’t reciprocate the messy lip movements for a moment, but slowly he started to unwind, and gently kiss him back. He tasted so good. No gross lipstick taste, no sweet chapstick, just the raw, slightly sweaty taste of another man’s lips. It was everything Stu had ever wanted. Billy’s movements were slow, cautious, but Stu caught the very gentle sigh of content. A thumb stoked Stu’s cheek, sweet and gentle. How were his lips so soft?
It only lasted a minute, before Billy pulled back slightly, and buried his face into Stu’s neck.
“Show me. Show me how much you cum for me.” Billy hummed sensually, right into Stu’s ear. Ok- yep, that was the last little push he needed. He couldn’t control the filthy, wet whimpers and moans leaving his mouth as he tipped that line, fist moving as fast as his already exhausted muscles could handle. It only took a few more heavy strokes to hit that orgasm he’d been so desperate for. Stu cried out in mindless ecstasy as he started to cum hard. Harder than he’d ever cum just from using his own hand before. His whole body pulsed with each rope of cum, painting the side of his bed.
“Yeah, that’s a good boy…” Billy groaned a little, clearly watching each and every spurt of cum leave Stu’s body. The words only added to the pleasure, what little brain cells Stu had left melting away with each shot of cum. He was barely even aware of the fact he was gasping out Billy’s name as he writhed. His thick spurts started to slow into an ooze, soaking his fingers as he slowed his strokes. He couldn’t see straight, everything was just hazy as he weakly milked out those last few drops. He was shaking by the time he ran dry, panting heavily.
“Damn, I think you came more than I did.” Billy chuckled a little, giving Stu a supportive little pat on the shoulder as he pulled away. Stu was too fuzzy to respond, but he could see from the mess that Billy was absolutely right. The skirting of his bed was absolutely covered in cum, a small pool forming where it had begun dripping off, and then there was the mess leaking down his fingers and onto the carpet. Looked kinda good… Stu wiped his hand off on a clean bit of bed skirting, too tired and hazy to remember where his tissues lived. That was effort. He had to lean a little on Billy’s leg just to keep himself upright, trying to catch his breath and wake up from the post cum daze. He swore he could still feel Billy’s lips…
…He… he had actually kissed Billy. And come out to Billy. And admitted he liked Billy. Stu’s body went cold with fear and shame as he started to fully realise what he’d just done. Stu slumped to his side, burying his face under his arms.
“Fuck- oh my god. What the fuck ” Stu whined in fear. Billy was going to hate him. Why the FUCK had he done this??
“Yeah.” Billy sighed a little in agreement. Stu could hear him shifting around a little, but he just couldn’t look at him. He was just going to lay here until he died. Hopefully Billy would decide to strangle him again, that sounded like a good way to go.
“Dude I am so fucking sorry! I’m sorry- oh my god. Fuck! I-I’m so-” “Stu, breathe.” Billy interrupted the growing panic attack, nudging him a little with his foot. Stu didn’t move. He wanted Billy to kick him harder. Kick him until he bled. Billy rumbled a little in annoyance, grabbing Stu’s arm and pulling it away from his face.
“Breathe you stupid fuck.” Billy insisted, frowning a little stared down at Stu. Even now, Stu couldn’t help but obey Billy, forcing himself to catch the hyperventilating before it could fully catch on. Billy kept a close eye on Stu, making sure he was actually breathing and not just suffocating himself like he wanted to. After a few seconds, Billy tugged Stu’s arm. “Get up here you idiot.”
Stu just whined, refusing to move for a few moments. He didn’t want to even look at Billy, how could he go up there? Stu yelped as Billy got too impatient, and just yanked his arm hard enough to force Stu upright. Billy grabbed under Stu’s arms before he could flop back down, and used his strength to just force Stu as far up the bed as he could. Releasing he was beat, Stu just let it happen, eventually climbing into bed fully. Almost back into the same position they had started all this in.
“There. Now, look at me.”
Stu stubbornly shook his head, tears starting to prickle his eyes. Billy sighed.
“Why not.”
Stu whined as the first fearful tear leaked down his face,
“C- Cause you h- ha-hate m-m-me now!” Stu croaked, voice hitching with the first little sob. He had ruined everything ! He was going to lose his best friend forever all because he couldn’t keep his fucking dick in his pants! Billy didn’t respond for a moment, convincing Stu he was absolutely right and should find the nearest hole to crawl into and die. The hyperventilation came right back, and Stu curled up to cry.
“...Why do I hate you now?” Billy finally asked, voice tiny and quiet.
“B-because I’m stupid and gay and made you k-kiss me and I- hck- I-I…” Stu’s throat fully closed over at this point, and he couldn’t get any words out past his own sobs. He grabbed his blankets and threw them over his head so Billy didn’t have to watch this. And hopefully he’d suffocate under here.
Billy swore softly to himself, and Stu heard him start to move around. That’s fine, Billy could leave if he wanted to. He was going to anyway right? Of course he was. Why would he stay when he clearly hated Stu and his stupid fucking idiot face and- Stu couldn’t help his yelp of shock as he felt a weight lay down beside him, and an arm wrap about his chest.
“You were always a fucking idiot… I don’t hate you…” Billy murmured, giving Stu a small squeeze. Stu started shaking, brain completely shutting down.
“Y- yes you do!” Stu insisted.
“No, I don’t.” Billy said firmly. Stu automatically sobbed, unable to understand. He just shivered as Billy held him close. “...I hate myself Stu, not you.”
Stu was too far gone to talk, he just couldn’t stop crying. He didn’t understand. Billy was lying, he had to be. Stu was just a stupid, no good faggot. Billy said so himself! He had to be lying…
Billy sighed, realising Stu was too far gone. His other arm wormed its way under Stu, forcing itself to become a pillow for him. The other pulled the blankets away just enough to make sure Stu was getting some air.
“I mean it. I don’t hate you. I’m sorry I yelled at you and choked you, I just… hmf, how do I phrase this… I don’t like the way you me feel. I don’t want to be gay, or whatever it was you said about being able to like both. I’m not supposed to like dudes, especially not you. And I thought I’d managed to get a hold of those feelings and lock ‘em up, yet it took fucking nothing to break that and it upset me. I didn’t mean to take that all out on you. It’s not your fault I’m a broken piece of shit…” Billy trailed away with a melancholy hum, resting his face into Stu’s neck. Stu was too overwhelmed with emotions, he couldn’t understand what Billy was saying. He just- oh it was hard to think when he couldn’t breathe, and he was still exhausted and hazy from earlier.
“...Here, breathe with me, ok?” Billy offered softly, moving his mouth to be right next to Stu’s ear. Stu was scared of the intimate gesture, but as he heard the sound of Billy taking a deep breath, he couldn’t help but try and copy it. He couldn’t quite get the full drag, but it was a start. His body just wanted to keep trembling and hitching, but it was slowly getting easier to control as he copied Billy. A thumb started stroking Stu’s stomach, and it helped a lot more than Stu expected. His fear was starting to dissipate, and it was getting easier to breathe. He managed to convince his body to relax, and wiped his face of tears.
“Better?” Billy asked.
“Yeah… thanks man…” Stu sighed, letting himself enjoy the touch. Billy’s body was warm, and even though he was shorter Stu loved the way Billy’s chest pressed against his body. He felt….safe…
“...You really don’t hate me?” Stu murmured, just needing to hear it outloud again.
“Promise.” Billy hummed affirmatively. There was a moment of hesitation, before Stu felt a soft pair of lips press against the side of his neck. Oh man, did that make Stu’s heart soar…
“And you’re… not mad that I like dudes? Or that… I’ve been into you for years?” Stu admitted, nervously letting his hand rest against Billy’s.
“...Years?” Billy breathed a little in surprise. Stu nodded a little, that fear clawing at his heart again. There was a few moments of silence… before Stu felt his hand being held. “Won’t lie, that’s a little scary to me, but I’m not mad at you. I definitely need to think some things over though.”
“You mean right this second or just in general?” Stu asked.
“Both, I guess,” Billy said with a little huff of laughter. “Just give me time.”
Stu couldn’t stop his little snort of amusement.
“What?” Billy asked in confusion.
“Look who’s talking mr ‘I hate my girlfriend for pushing me away while she thinks things over’.” Stu snickered wickedly. He knew he was going to get some sort of wack, but he wasn’t expecting the sudden teeth sinking into his neck. Not too hard, just enough to let Stu know he went too far.
“Shut the fuck up you dickhead,” Billy rumbled a little in amusement. “Questioning my sexuality is totally different to her just deciding I don’t matter anymore.”
“Sure sure. You’re gonna get me hard again biting me like that” Stu chuckled, only half joking. If he wasn’t already spent, a bite like that would have gotten him rock hard in seconds.
“Hmf, maybe I’ll just have to keep that in mind.” Billy hummed, laying a small kiss along the bite mark. Stu couldn’t help the little, girlish giggle, squirming in Billy’s grip. Billy just sighed happily, giving Stu a little squeeze.
“... ‘s fucked up how much I missed this…” Billy murmured, rubbing his face against Stu’s skin.
“Missed what?” Stu blinked.
“Just being able to hold someone, touch them, joke around, and have it all be reciprocated. Don’t have to worry that saying the wrong thing will end all this. Knowing you truly like this, being with me… I don’t know…” Billy trailed away nervously, like he realised just how sappy his words were. Stu sighed happily, pressing himself into Billy.
“Well, we could always change that?” Stu suggested.
“What, you liking this?” Billy chuckled.
“I meant you never feeling this anymore. Like… we could just keep doing this. I-If you want to, that is.” Stu ended nervously, realising he was basically asking Billy to date him, in a way. There were a few long moments of silence as Billy thought.
“...Would you… be ok with doing some physically stuff like before, and even the hugging stuff like this, but not diving straight in to a hardcore secret uh… relationship? Not that um… not that I wouldn’t be cool thinking about that in the future, I just… this’ll probably sound stupid, but I’m worried that trying to keep three secrets going at the same time will get too much to handle. We can’t be distracted when the time comes to carry out the murders. You get me?” Billy asked.
“So like, on nights like this we can like, jack eachother off of whatever, and in 4 months once we’ve done the deed we can explore a proper thing?” Stu questioned, rolling onto his back so he could look up at Billy properly. Billy readjusted his arms so he could continue the hug from this new position.
“Exactly. We need our alibis, so you need to keep up your relationship with Tatum, and I need to keep pretending with Sidney. Once she’s out of the picture, and we decide what to do with Tatum, there’s nothing stopping us from going however far we want to go.” Billy ended with an eager rumble, grinning down at Stu.
“Man, we sure we gotta kill Tate? Just ‘cause I don’t love her doesn't mean I don’t like her.” Stu huffed a little.
“You going soft on me there Stu?” Billy flashed that crooked grin, a slight challenge.
“No, no! I’m with you to the end of this! I’m just still not convinced Tate will be the big problem you think she’ll be. She trusts me, I’m sure I can find a way to convince her to head out of the party early so she won’t be in the way.”
“You really think she’d leave Sidey behind after someone tried to kill her the night before? At best she’d just refuse to leave without her, at worst she’d remember the fact you told some sort of lie to get her to leave and be suspicious.” Billy said flatly. Stu pursed his lip with a little huff, knowing deep down that Billy was right, but still… Billy let his face soften a little. “...Look, right after jacking off then crying probably isn’t the best time to talk murder plans, but if we have to do it, I won’t force you to be the one to kill her. I’ll do it, and to the best of my ability I’ll make it quick for her, ok?”
“How chivalrous... But for real, thanks man, I appreciate it.” Stu hummed, letting himself sink into Billy’s body. Billy shot him that little crooked grin that always made him swoon. “...Can I kiss you again? Not like, a big sexy one, just a little one.”
That little flicker of anxiety passed over Billy’s face again, but this time he didn’t try and bury it down. He let Stu see it.
“Just a little one. It’s all still a bit weird to me.” Billy said, rubbing his thumb over Stu’s stomach. He leant forward, and this time Stu behaved himself. He let Billy gently press their lips together, letting it be as small and nervous as he wanted. Stu was just ecstatic the touch was happening in general, he didn’t need anything big. They didn’t make out, it was just the soft and gentle touch of holding their lips together. Stu dared to wrap his own arm around Billy, at least to the extent this awkward angle allowed him too.
They stayed that way for what felt like hours, sometimes just touching and hugging, but more often than not restarting the small gentle kisses. It was everything Stu had ever wanted. If this was a dream, he didn’t want to wake up. There was a sort of silent agreement between them. Even if they both loved this in the moment, who knows when they could do it again? Stu had to be with Tatum, Billy had to be with Sidney, and the pair needed to also spend time alone or with family so people wouldn’t get suspicious. So, when would the next chance be? The next training session, probably, which would be a whole week away. But even then, Stu’s parents would be home that time, and it would only be a running and weightlifting day. So no chance for some alone time. So, two weeks? That felt like a lifetime away. So, they had to enjoy the moment, savour each and every second they could spend together. Memorise the way their bodies slotted together, and how perfect their hands felt together. They only paused their mindless cuddling when the TV, still playing Nightmare On Elm Street, got to one of the murder scenes. Even now, they were suckers for a good horror movie.
The downstairs phone started to ring, sending the pair into a flying panic. Billy accidentally bucked so hard that the already flailing Stu ended up falling to the floor in a heavy heap. It knocked the air out of him for a moment, wheezing in surprise.
“Ow you fucking asshole!” Stu snarled in shock.
“Sorry. Just- go get the phone.” Billy huffed, clearly more distracted trying to calm himself down. Stu rumbled in annoyance, but scrambled to his feet and started the long trek down the stairs. They stomped underneath him as he half ran to make it in time. He did take a moment to use the bottom of the stair rails to swing around though, just a fun force of habit. By the time he made it to the kitchen, the answering machine was just about to start it’s spiel.
“Hello Macher residence, Stu speaking.”
“Hi hon, it’s us.” Stu’s mom said cheerily.
“Hey mom, everything good?” Stu asked, trying not to pant into the phone.
“Bit of a long day, but we’re just getting in the car to come home now. Is Billy still there?” Stu’s mum asked politely.
“Yeah he’s still here.” Stu nodded… then remembered that doesn’t exactly show over the phone.
“Have you two had anything for dinner yet? Your dad and I were thinking of picking up pizza on the way back if you two hadn’t had any food yet.” Stu’s mom offered sweetly. Stu hadn’t even realised he was hungry until she said that.
“Oh yeah that sounds great, hadn’t even noticed we hadn’t eaten yet!” Stu laughed, stomach suddenly growling.
“I assume the usual for you?”
“Yes please mom.” Stu smiled a little.
“And can you ask Billy what he wants?”
“Sure give me a second.” Stu said, laying the phone down on it’s side so he could go back to the stairs without having the phone cord knock over everything in its path. “Oi! Mom and Dad are bringing back pizza, what do you want?”
Stu heard a tiny hum of thought from his room.
“What are you getting?” Billy called back.
“The cheese and pep, bro! Mom gets veggie, and dad gets beef.” Stu yelled.
“Might do a garlic pizza then, that sounds good.” Billy decided. Stu made a noise of acknowledgment, then headed back to the phone.
“He said a garlic pizza.” Stu relayed to his mom.
“Can do! Is he staying the night or just for dinner?” Stu’s mom asked. Stu let out a tiny groan of annoyance.
“Gimme a sec.” Stu said, putting the phone back down and trudging back to the bottom of the stairs. “Hey are you staying the night or do you wanna head off after dinner?”
Another small pause for thought.
“Do you want me to stay?”
This time it was Stu’s turn to give a nervous pause.
“...Maybe, but I mean, I’m not gonna force you to if you wanna head back.” Stu added bashfully. Not that they could do anything fun like share a bed or be more intimate with Stu’s parents back, but it’d still be nice to have him around.
“...Yeah I don’t think I could face my dad after all this. I’ll stay.”
“Sweet.” Stu grinned like an infatuated idiot, swinging on the stairs a little before heading back to the phone. “He’d like to stay, if that’s ok.”
“Oh that’s perfectly fine, as long as he lets your dad and I get plenty of sleep in the morning.” Stu’s mom said with a small laugh.
“I’ll make sure he’s a good boy when we get ready for school tomorrow.” Stu reassured her.
“Stu, hon, it’s Friday.”
“Whu- OH YEAH! I totally forgot! Fuck yea- sorry, you didn’t hear that!” Stu quickly covered up his swear, covering his mouth a little. Stu heard an amused sigh.
“Behave yourself young man. We’ll be home in around 45 minutes, ok?” Stu’s mum said.
“Alright, we’ll see you soon then!”
“Love you.”
“Love you too mom.” Stu hummed with a grin. After a second to make sure the call was fully over, he hung up. Fuck yeah it was the weekend! How could he have forgotten already?
Stu jumped a little in shock as a pair of arms wrapped around his stomach, easily picking him up and swinging him over to the kitchen island.
“God you’re an idiot.” Billy rumbled in amusement, kissing the back of Stu’s neck. Billy could only just reach it.
“Go fuck yourself.” Stu laughed.
“Oh you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Billy chuckled, and Stu knew he had that wicked, toothy grin on his face.
“Mmm you know it babe. I could watch that all night long.” Stu agreed with him, deliberately wiggling in Billy’s grasp.
“Hm, maybe I’ll consider it, but I think I’d much prefer the other way around.” Billy hummed, scraping his teeth across the back of Stu’s neck.
“Tch- gay.” Stu said, even though he also agreed. Not that he knew how to do that sort of thing.
Billy snorted a little in amusement, giving Stu a little pat before letting him go.
“Says the guy who just sucked a dick,” Billy laughed, stepping back to head into the garage.” I’m gonna go double check the masks and stuff are hidden away properly, I guess you do whatever you need to do yo get ready for your parents?”
“Wait,” Stu reached out and grabbed Billy’s arm. “One last kiss?”
Billy snorted a little, flashing that gorgeous smile.
“Calling me gay then begging for kisses? How much more hypercritical can a guy get?” Billy chuckled, but still went back and kissed Stu. More confidently than before. Stu dared to open his mouth a little, see if he could push things just the tiniest bit more. If he was going to have to wait god knows how long, he wanted the taste of Billy’s lips permanently etched into his skin. Billy did hesitate a moment before allowing the full kiss, but it was a shorter wait than before. Like he wasn’t as scared anymore.
It was supposed to be something short and sweet… yet here Stu found himself pressed up against the counter, melting under Billy’s touch. He couldn’t imagine anything better than this. If it never ended, he would die happy. This was probably the happiest Stu had ever been in his life. Billy gave one last little kiss, before pulling away to double check the masks and knives. Stu just dremily watched on, thinking about how crazy all this was. Billy actually knew the truth now, that Stu was doing all of this just because he was hopelessly in love with him, and it didn’t seem to bother him. It all made Stu a little nervous, but hopefully Billy didn’t feel the need to second guess him now. Even if he didn’t personally have a beef with Sidney, he was in this ‘til the end.
He was willing to do anything for Billy.
Even murder.