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Billy was in serious fucking trouble. Not for the murder, or threats, or weed, no, he was FUCKED. Every time he so much looked at Stuart Macher, the fucking idiot, his heart sped up, his face warmed, and his stomach does flips. He wasn't supposed to get attached, Stu was going to be close for the plan and that was it! But that motherfucker…he had Billy in a chokehold. His smile, his laugh, his incredibly fucked up mind…how could Billy not fall for him? It didn't help at all that Stu was so…cuddly. He pretended to hate it, of course he did, he should hate it. But being close to him was…infuriatingly nice. And his jokes were annoyingly funny, even if they almost got them caught. (Liver alone? Really!?) But most of all, he knew who Billy really was, the fucked up way his mind is, and he doesn't mind..he even likes it that way. So yeah…Billy was absolutely, undeniably fucked. Loving other people only ended badly, he loved his mother and look where that ended up. He needs to get the fuck over this and he needed to do it quickly.
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They were lying on Stu’s bed watching The Texas Chainsaw Massacre and Stu was, predictably, cuddled up on Billy's side and chewing on his nails. “Stop that, your nails are fucked up enough already as it is.” Stu brought his hand down, looking at Billy, then back down at his mauled nails. “Oops, didn't even realize I was doin’ it.” He slings his arm around Billy and..oh…he moved his hand up to play with Billy's hair. “What do you think you're doing!?” Billy jolts up, shouting incredulously and definitely NOT blushing. Stu’s hand shot back, looking startled at Billy’s sudden outburst. “Sorry man, I need to do something with my hands or I get all pent up!” Billy fixed him with a glare. “Well go jerk off or something! Don't go touching me like that!” Stu’s brows knit together in confusion. “Like what? I was just playin’ with your hair, man.” “Exactly! That's something a boyfriend does to his girlfriend! I'm not a fucking faggot!” “Woah! When did I say that!?” Billy backs up, feeling defensive (because he very much is a fucking faggot). “That's gay shit! Guys don't just- just play with other guy’s hair like that!” He knew he was blushing because it did feel really good, he just hoped Stu didn't notice. “Well…you're saying one thing and yet your face is saying another. Getting hot there Billy boy?” Stu’s lips curl into a small smirk…shit.
“I don't know what you're talking about.” Stu smiles wider, moving closer. “Oh, I think you do.” He puts a hand on Billy’s arm. “Bills, can I be honest with you?” It was Billy's turn to get confused. “What are you talking about you fucking-” Stu cuts him off. “I’m a fucking faggot, Billy.” Billy's breath catches, he's a what!? He has a chance! “That doesn't seem to bother you, baby.” Baby!?!? “Tell me to fuck off if I'm wrong, but I think you want me just as much as I want you. I see you staring at my ass.” He punctuates his sentence with a wink. “Fuh…fuck you.” Stu’s smirk grows wider, if possible. “That wasn't a ‘fuck off’. Billy, tell me” his hand moves from Billy's arm to his cheek. “do you want me too?” Billy swallows his pride, face burning up. “Fuck you, fuck you Stu! Yes, yes I want you you fucking dipsh-” He's cut off again, this time by Stu’s lips crashing into his own. He immediately reciprocates, wrapping his arms around Stu’s neck and tugging at his hair. The groan that escapes Stu’s lips spurs him on, tugging harder and pulling Stu down with him. They make out heavily for what feels like forever, hands wandering and clothes falling. As Billy’s senses light up, he finds himself thinking that maybe loving someone isn't so bad after all.
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Billy wakes up to Stu’s snores, his body aching in the best possible way. He was staying the rest of the day, Stu’s parents were out and there was no way he was going home to his dad like this. He gets up and goes to the bathroom, grabbing the toothbrush he keeps at Stu’s house and brushes his teeth, eyes lingering on the hickeys left on his neck from last night. He hears footsteps and feels Stu spooning him from behind. “That's fucking gay dude.” Is Billy's automatic response. Stu chuckles and places a kiss on his temple. “I know.”