Making Memories of Us (Ch 5/28)

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Title: Making Memories of Us
Authors: rawiyaparand and sassywitch
Pairing: Primarily Monaboyd, with a smattering of Ordaisy, Kargo, EmEli
Rating: NC-17 for graphic m/m and shock horror some het sex
Betas: The wonderful dylan_dufresne Much ♥
Archiving: all_sensation and glasgowhobbit , any others please ask first
Feedback: Yes, please. We live for it.
Crossposted: to monaboyd
Disclaimer: No money was made from this, and this in no way is meant to imply anything about the sexual preferences or practices of anyone mentioned within this story. No matter how true they are.
Summary: Dom is injured, and Billy goes along with the hallucinations for his best friends sake; but is it really only for Dom?
WARNING: contains slash (men doing men), het, angst, and fluff. If any of this bothers you, please don't read.
A/N: This is the first in a series of four stories all somehow connected with the senses. The title of the first story is taken from a Keith Urban song.
Previous Chapters: Here
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Billy looked deep into Dom’s eyes, he wanted so badly to throw himself headlong into their new relationship, the results when Dom remembered be damned, and looking into those heavy lidded grey/blue orbs convinced him. Leaning forward he let his lips slide over Dom’s as he lowered his hand and let it close over Dommeh, his fingers trailing across his heated flesh.

Dom's eyes rolled back, his breathing becoming increasingly laboured. Billy's hand was smooth and hot and tight and...why couldn't he remember this? "More Billy, please," he begged. "More...until I remember it all."

Billy let his hand close tighter around Dom’s erection, his thumb brushing across the weeping tip as he stroked faster, up and down Dom’s heated length his wrist twisting at the end of each upward stroke. Billy lifted his head and licked across Dom’s cheek letting his mouth trail down across his neck, moving carefully so Dom’s head wasn’t jostled on the pillow. Leaning up a little he moved his mouth down to nip at Dom’s nipples through his pyjamas.

Dom's hips thrust wildly into Billy's hand. He had never had someone touch him like this--bad memory or not, this had never happened to him before. The feeling of Billy's teeth grazing across his nipple produced ripples of pleasure throughout his body. He moaned loudly, jumbled words spilling from his lips. "BillyBillyBilly..."

Billy’s hand tightened and his pace increased as Dom’s hips jerked frantically into his hand, his teeth nipped at Dom’s nipples. Lifting his head he pushed the pyjama shirt out of the way and swirled his tongue around Dom’s nipple, alternating between nipping and sucking the tiny hard nubbin, even as his hand moved more frenetically, his own hips rocking against Dom’s hip.

Dom bit down on his lip hard. Billy's mouth was causing strange sounds to fall from his lips and he was sure someone would come in to check on him if he got any louder. His hand left Billy's jean covered ass, and moved around to the front, frantically trying to undo the brown leather belt. "Need to touch you too," he whispered in frustration, as his hand slipped off the buckle. "Help me get this off...oohhhh."

Billy lifted his head to catch Dom’s mouth with his own swallowing his moans as his hand stroked faster, his fingers tightening “No Dommeh, not this time, this is for you.’ He whispered into his mouth “all for beautiful you.’ His fingers slid along Dom’s slick length, his thumb gliding across his tip, teasing it as it slipped rapidly back and forth. Billy ground himself against Dom’s slender hip.

“Come for me Dommeh.” He whispered his accent thick and guttural.

Dom tried to tell Billy that this wasn't just about him, that it was about them. He tried to reach for Billy's belt. Instead, his mouth dropped open into an "O" and his fingers gripped the sheets beneath him. His hips pushed forward once, twice, three times before he groaned and came over Billy's hand.

He struggled to catch his breath, when he could speak again he turned his head a little.

"I won't forget that. Ever," he said raspily, his body still shaky and weak.

Billy lifted his head, his eyes never breaking contact with Dom’s as he brought his hand to his mouth and licked his fingers clean. “I love you Dommeh’ he murmured huskily leaning back down to kiss him again. “Just you wait until I get you home, we’ve got a lot of firsts to replace.” He whispered pressing his lips to Dom’s.

Dom's eyes darkened even further as he watched Billy lick his fingers, licking him off his fingers. He would bet anything that he had never witnessed something so erotic before. He opened his mouth, welcoming Billy's tongue inside. He could taste himself on Billy's tongue and couldn't help but moan at that.

"What are you planning on doing to me, Mr. Boyd?" He grinned cheekily, lying back on the pillow, while Billy retied his pyjama bottoms. "You're not planning on taking advantage of me, are you? Not while I'm sick and too weak to fend off your advances."

Something in his words however playful struck a blow at Billy’s quiet composure. He leaned up and gently cupped Dom’s face in both of his hands, looking deeply into his eyes he spoke softly. “Dommeh, My Dommeh,” he spoke softly his accent thick “You know I would never as long as I am still drawing breath, you know I would never take advantage of you don’t you?”

Dom blinked and stared deep into Billy's green eyes, wondering where this...this thing was coming from. He felt as if there was something about their relationship that Billy wasn't telling him. He searched his mind, trying to remember something, anything, but came up blank.

An odd sensation worked its way into his gut. No matter how hard he tried, he could never remember any details of his relationship with Billy. Maybe that was the problem.

"I know that, Bills. I do," he whispered running his fingers through Billy's short ginger hair. "And I'm sorry that I don't remember more of us. I'm trying though, I really am."

‘I know that sometimes I freak you out like this.” Billy spoke softly his eyes never leaving Dom’s, “But you’ve got no memory really of us and I don’t want you to have to second guess what you feel in here.’ He rubbed his hand against Dom’s chest resting it over his steadily beating heart. “Because you can’t remember something we’ve done or not done.” He spoke softly. ‘Listen to your heart Dommeh, it won’t lie to you.”

Dom closed his eyes, the heat from Billy's hand working its way through his thin pyjama top to warm his chest. He listened to the steady lub-dub. "It's telling me that I love you and you love me," he spoke after a few minutes. Without opening his eyes, he reached forward and placed his hand over Billy's heart. "I don't need to remember anything more than that."

“You do.” Billy sighed “but it will come back.” He wriggled backwards until he slipped off the bed. Standing beside the bed he leaned over and brushed his fingers through Dom’s dishevelled hair, and leaned down to kiss him gently, a long tender kiss filled with love, longing and the desire that he’d held for what seemed like a lifetime. Lifting his head, his eyes glazed and heavy lidded, his voice breathless. “We’d better get you cleaned up before Lij and Orli get back. Think you can get upright for a shower or do you want to wait until we get you home?”

"I'd rather wait until we get home," he smiled shyly. "Then you can join me. We'll take turns...washing each other's backs." He ran his finger across Billy's lip and then sucked on it greedily.

"That's all we'll be doing, Mister." Billy grinned and walked over to the sink to fill up the small washing basin. "I'm not going to risk you slipping in the shower." He dipped a washcloth into the soapy water and wrung it out. "Sponge bath, Mr. Monaghan?"

Dom’s nodded and his eyes went a dark steely grey filled with love and desire as Billy slipped the damp cloth under his pyjama top and stroked his sweaty skin, the rough texture of the washcloth was mildly abrasive against his nipples. He lifted one arm and washed it gently, repeating the gesture with the other arm. Rinsing the cloth Billy washed his face and tenderly washed his neck. The dull stabbing ache was starting to return, though not with the intensity it had once commanded. Dom’s whole body stiffened as Billy slipped his hand under the waistband of his pyjamas and swiped the rough cloth across his thighs. He couldn’t help but whimper as the cloth scraped along his hardening length “Billy.” He whimpered.

Billy smiled as Dom's cock jumped at his touch. His own was pressing uncomfortably against the zipper of his jeans, upset that he had turned down Dom's offer. He caught Dom's eyes and continued to clean Dom's hardening penis.

"Do you think you can come again for me, Dommeh?" He asked, voice heavy with lust. "I want to watch you come."

Dom swallowed tightly his hips unconsciously thrusting up into Billy’s touch, one long fingered hand moving down to rub at Billy through the thick denim of his jeans, the other hand gripping Billy’s arm tightly. ‘God don’t stop Billy, please don’t stop.” His hand pressed against Billy harder, grinding his fingers hard against the denim. “Please Billy.” He whimpered helplessly, his hips lifting off the bed into Billy’s touch.

"Come on, Dommeh. Come on. Before they get back." Billy sped up his strokes, his grip tightening painfully around Dom. He bent forward and pressed his mouth hard against Dom. His tongue mimicked his hand motions, plunging into Dom's mouth hard and fast. "Come on. Come on. Come on," he murmured, feeling his own orgasm quickly approaching.

Billy’s free hand slid down to press Dom’s hand tighter against his own straining erection grinding it into his hand, his hips jerkily thrusting into him. His own hand still holding the rough washer gripped Dom tighter, his strokes long and tight twisting as he reaching the slippery tip, flicking his thumb across it and repeating the stroke over and over, faster and faster, his tongue plunging into Dom’s mouth in time with his stroking hand.

Lifting his mouth from Dom’s kiss swollen lips he caught Dom’s eyes and held his gaze. “Come for me baby.” He whispered over and over, never breaking his gaze.

It wasn't the feel of Billy's hand gripping his penis. It wasn't the feeling of his hand pressing Billy's straining erection. No. This time when Dom came it was all due to Billy's eyes: The green orbs with a dilated centre. Dom felt his body stiffen suddenly and then his second orgasm rip through his body, spilling in the rough washcloth. "You now, you now," he pleaded with Billy.

Billy could feel the sweat beading on his forehead, his hips jerked against Dom’s grinding hand, his eyes locked with Dom’s he could see in Dom’s eyes the moment the sensations had become too much for Dom and saw his orgasm wash through him. A low rumbling moan bubbled from his own mouth as he lost control of his own body. Dom’s desperate pleas toppled him over the edge, his hand pressed Dom’s hand tightly against him as he came, his own fluids creating a wet patch on the front of his jeans. He leaned forward, holding himself up against the bed as his knees turned to Jelly.

Bending to press his lips against Dom’s he kissed him slowly and tenderly, wanting this to last forever, but sprang back startled, pulling his hand out of Dom’s pyjamas as Orli’s voice sounded from outside in the corridor.

"Shit shit shit!" Billy threw the washcloth in the basin and hurried to empty the water in the sink. Running back to the bed, he straightened the sheets around Dom, trying to hide the evidence of their lovemaking.

"Dom, stop that," he hissed, brushing the other man's hair and quickly and as gently as he could.

"Stop what?"

"Stop smiling like that! You look like you just got the shagging of your life."

"But I did just get the shagging of my life," Dom said, eyebrows wiggling seductively. "In fact, if I remember correctly, I got it twice."

"Got what twice?" Elijah's voice sounded from the doorway

“The Shagging…” Dom’s words were cut off by Billy’s hand over his mouth.

“Never mind Doodle.” Billy blushed furiously and shot Dom a mock angry glare as he removed the fingers that Dom had taken to licking.

Orlando looked from one to the other of his friends, taking in Dom’s kiss swollen lips, dishevelled appearance and cat that swallowed the canary….whole….grin and Billy’s nervous blushing and a wide grin split his face.

“Do you two need some more time?” he raised one eyebrow in silent question.

“No” Billy stated quickly

“Yes” Dom answered at the same time.

Elijah rolled his eyes and bounced into the room, plastic bags in hand. "Well, since you two can't make up your minds; here are your costumes." Dumping the contents of the bags on the bed, he then began showing Dom all the combinations of disguises they could make.

Billy felt Orlando's heavy stare on him and shifted nervously. "What?" he asked after a few minutes.

"Nothing, nothing at all," Orlando smirked, his brown eyes twinkling. "I guess you'll be the senior, but unfortunately we buy any Depends."

"Depends? What are you talking about you crazy git?" Billy questioned. He saw the Brit's eyebrow rise and followed his gaze down to the... wet...stain on his jeans.

Billy’s blush deepened and extended to the very tips of his ears. Dom reached out with one hand to grasp Billy’s hand and smile at him sympathetically.

“What can I say boys,” Dom spoke with a grin “I’m just far too irresistible.”

“Are you finished?” Billy asked slowly “Or can I expect further piss taking from our newest drag queen?”

"In the hospital: kinky," Elijah stated matter-of-factly and the three other men couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"I'll have you know, Billeh," Orlando huffed, "that I make a very attractive woman. I received quite a few telephone numbers at the costume store."

"That's not something you should be proud of," Elijah snorted, pulling off his thick-rimmed glasses to wipe his eyes.

"Well, I'm glad to see everyone in such fine spirits," Dr. Soules’ voice interrupted them. Four sets of eyes turned towards the man in the doorway. "If you gentlemen would excuse us, I'd like to examine my patient before he's released."

“Dr Soules,” Dom extended a hand to the older man “I don’t believe we’ve been formally introduced, I’m Dom.”

He stepped closer to the bed and took Dom’s hand in a firm handshake. “You must be feeling better this morning.” He stated one eyebrow quirked.

“Certainly am.” Dom replied quickly “Billy can stay can’t he?” he asked as Elijah and Orlando slipped out of the room, Billy had lingered behind them, not wanting to leave.

“Certainly.” He nodded as he leaned in and began examining Dom’s neck. “How’s the pain?”

“Still there if I move too quickly it’s sharp and intense but mostly I can manage it.” He replied honestly

“I’d like to see you continue with the painkillers and maybe a mild muscle relaxant to help with the tension but I think you’re good to go young man.”

"Thank you, doctor," Dom glanced quickly at Billy before clearing his throat. "I wanted to ask you about me having to see a psychiatrist."

Dr. Soules tilted his head and looked at Dom over the top of glasses.

"Well...in all honesty, I don't think I need to see a psychiatrist." Dom twisted the sheets in his hands. "But Billy thinks that I should, and so I'm going to." He smiled lovingly at Billy. "I was just wondering if it's okay for him to join me during my sessions. I'd rather not go through this alone."

“I’m sure you’ll have to speak to your therapist about that Dom, but I can’t see why it wouldn’t be allowed for at least some of the sessions.”

“Thanks Doc.” Dom smiled engagingly “So when can I blow this popsicle stand?”

“Anytime you’re ready to leave. I just need a moment with Mr Boyd. Sort out your medication and appointment details. Do you mind if I steal him away for a couple of minutes.”

“Don’t take him for too long.” Dom smiled as Billy leaned in to press a kiss against his cheek before following the Doctor from the room.

They walked as far as the nurses’ station before Dr Soules spoke to him. “He seems a different young man this morning, perhaps I should dispense you as my miracle drug if sleeping in your arms can do that.” He smiled.

Billy blushed deeply at his words. “I think it’s more his desire to go home.”

“I think you underestimate yourself young man.” He paused “I assume you are aware of the insanity going on downstairs. I hope I don’t need to remind you how fragile his mind is at the moment. Do you have a plan to get him home without being accosted by them?”

"Our friends have brought us some disguises. We'll be using the back exit, but just in case someone happens to be there."

Dr. Soules nodded understandingly. "I'll ask security to create some sort of distraction at the main entrance. Hopefully that should give you gentlemen an extra few minutes."

He signed one last piece of paper and handed Dominic's chart to the head nurse. "Well, Mr. Monaghan is free to go," he said to Billy. "Here are his release papers and prescription. Now, if he continues to display characteristics of Charlie, he may be hesitant to take this medicine, in which case aspirin would work just as well. If you have any questions, please don't hesitate to call."

Billy shook the doctor’s hand and thanked him for all he had done. Letting out a sigh of relief, he made his way back to Dom's room, noticing that Orlando and Elijah were already there.

"Security's going to create some sort of diversion for us," he told them upon entering the room. "I suggest we dress up and get out as quickly as possible."

Billy carefully helped Dom to sit upright, wincing as his face pulled into a tight grimace of pain, despite the foam neck brace he was already wearing. He pressed himself against Dom’s torso his arms loosely wrapped around his waist let Dom sink against him, trying to absorb the pain that seemed to radiate off him. Orlando and Elijah were already working on donning their new clothes.

“You think you can cope if I get you dressed babe?” he murmured against Dom’s ear.

“I’m sorry.” Dom murmured with a tight nod “I thought it was getting better.”

He turned his head slightly and pressed a kiss to Dom's temple, letting his lips linger for a moment. "It's my fault, I'm sorry. We completely missed your morning dose of pain medicine," apologized Billy quietly. He carefully removed the pyjama top, passing a discrete fingernail over an exposed nipple.

"It was more than worth it," Dom winked. A movement behind Billy caught his eyes, and he shifted his gaze away from Billy to the two other people in his room. "Oh."

Billy looked at Dom questioningly and turned slightly to see what had caught his attention. The Scot's mouth dropped open. "Oh!"

“Damnit Orli.” Dom smiled, is face pinched with pain “Do you make house calls?” he asked angelically

“Fuck you Monaghan.” Orlando laughed along with the others as Elijah straightened his long red wig. “I’m done what about you lot.” He finished as he stretched his arms out for inspection.

He had transformed himself into an attractive redheaded nurse, his plain white uniform shorter than most, revealing his stocking clad legs.

“Nice legs elf boy.” Billy spoke as he slipped a soft tee shirt over Dom’s head. He let the shirt settle slowly then lifted each arm through the loose arms of the shirt, feeling the pained tremor that ran through Dom’s body at the increased movement Billy let his fingers linger under the shirt, trailing provocatively across his nipples, plucking at the sparse hair growth and trailing down across Dom’s taut belly before he stood straighter. “Ready for your jeans now?”

Dom nodded and slowly shifted on the bed so that he was sitting with his legs hanging over the edge. Using what little strength he possessed, he managed to lift himself up slightly to have pyjama bottoms pulled off.

Billy stood, blue jeans in hand, and gawked at the sight before him. Dom's penis lay flaccid, thick and long, nestled in a bed of brown curls, between his legs. He swallowed dryly, heat beginning to spread to his cheeks and other places in his body. He tore his eyes away from Dom's penis and looked up. Dom was watching him intently, eyes darkening, breathing quickening.

Billy stepped in between Dom's open legs, one hand resting high on a naked thigh. Having forgotten about the other occupants in the room, Billy captured Dom's mouth in a bruising kiss. He bit gently on the swollen bottom lip, releasing it momentarily before taking it back and sucking gently.

"Do you think we should remind them that we're still here?" Elijah whispered, eyes failing in their attempt to not stare at the erotic scene before them.

"I don't think it would matter," Orlando giggled. "Come on; let's go see how many men will ask me for a physical

“Bills much as I want this.” Dom whispered from across the room, his hands pulling Billy closer “I so don’t want our friends to see what will happen in about 2 minutes if you keep that up.”

Billy sighed against Dom’s mouth and nodded wordlessly “Don’t you two have somewhere else to be for a minute?” he asked quietly.

“We would guys, honestly we would.” Orlando stated apologetically “but we seriously need to hustle.” He walked closer to them and dropped two wigs onto the bed and a jacket for Billy. “We’ll wait outside, but don’t take long.”

As he heard the door click behind them Billy stepped away from the warmth of Dom’s body, his hand snaking out to touch Dom’s semi-erect penis gently, his thumb flicking across the tip before he release it and bent to slip his feet into his jeans.

"Were we always like this?" Dom asked as Billy pulled the jeans further up his legs.

"Like what, baby?" Billy wrapped one arm around Dom's waist and pulled him off the bed. After having spent the past three days in bed, Dom's legs were weak and Billy found that he had to maintain his hold around Dom's waist to prevent him from falling

"Touchy. I feel as if I can't get enough of you," Dom gasped lightly as Billy tucked him in gently and zipped the jeans up.

“We always touch Dom, even before we became ‘us’ we always touch, it’s just one of those things that is our thing.” Billy explained as truthfully as he could.

“Do we have any more ‘things’ that I can’t remember?” Dom asked quietly, as Billy helped him to sit back on the edge of the bed.

“I might just have to let you find out for yourself now won’t I?” Billy smiled as he lifted the black curly wig from the bed. “I think this one is yours.” He murmured shaking it out gently “It’ll look less fake with your beard.”

“It’ll still look like shit.” Dom spoke with a grimace “I’ll be a Jackson 5 reject.” He bemoaned as Billy gently pulled it onto his head and tucked stray blonde curls up under it.

“You’ll always be gorgeous.” Billy pressed his lips against Dom’s then pulled back, he pulled his wig on, red hair so red it was orange cut in a beguiling mullet now adorned his head and he slipped his arms into the sleeves of a denim jacket.

“Ready?” he murmured helping Dom slide off the bed. He slid his hands into the back pockets of Dom’s jeans and kissed him soundly.

Dom pulled back from the kiss and stared at Billy intently. Suddenly, he wrapped his arms around the Scot, squeezing him tightly. "Thank you for everything. Some people wouldn't have been able to handle it, especially with the not remembering parts, so thank you for staying."

"I'm not going anywhere," Billy said, fixing Dom's wig. "As long as you want me, I'll be here."

"Forever then," Dom said causing a slight blush to form across Billy's face.

A knock at the door pulled their attention away from each other. "I hate to disturb you two lovebirds, but we really should get going," Orlando said in a voice completely at odds with his feminine look. He opened the door wider and allowed Elijah to enter with a wheelchair. Once Dom had been seated and the bags collected, the four friends crossed their fingers and entered the hallway.

Orlando pushed the wheelchair down the hall and stopped it at the door of the fire escape, where he knelt at Dom’s side.

“Think you can make it down the stairs mate? It’s only two levels and we’ll help all we can. We’ve parked the car close to the exit so it’ll be easier. There’s a security guard on the car at the moment.”

“No sweat elf boy.” Dom started to lift himself out of the chair. “Let’s get this show on the road.” He groaned at the pain the movement shot through his neck but stood swaying gently.

The four of them made their way shakily down the stairs, Dom’s legs trembling and his face covered in beads of sweat by the time they reached the bottom.

Billy paused against the concrete wall, handing the bags in his hand to Elijah, and rested
Dom against it. "Let's just rest here for a minute." He wiped the sweat off Dom's brow and
kissed his forehead.

"Hobbits? Security is creating a diversion; we should leave now," Orlando told them, coming
up beside Dom. They helped Dom into the backseat, Billy sliding in next to him, and Orlando
into the front passenger seat.

Dom reached across and held Billy's hand. "You're sitting so far away. Come closer," he
pouted.

"I will once we get away from the hospital." Billy squeezed his hand. He looked forward and
noticed a pair of blue eyes looking back at them. The eyes winked and then went back to
looking forward.

As the car approached the exit, the four fixed their disguises and got into character.
"Here goes nothing," Orli muttered as the car exited the parking garage, filling with the
bright Hawaiian sun.

Comments

[waqaychay.livejournal.com]

OMG*COMBURSTS*

you have no freakin' idea how excited i am that you guys are continuing this!! i haven't even read it yet and i'm all hopped up. i hope the storm doesn't kill my comp before i can finish it. :D *runs off to read as long as the electicity holds out*

[waqaychay.livejournal.com]

okay, i had to read this part, like, three times because it was so good. i love, love, love the hospital sex! i think i have a hospital fetish now. ;D i really enjoy the set-up for this one, that dom has amnesia and thinks he's charlie. and orli and elijah as matchmakers. love it! :D

[sassywitch.livejournal.com]

We're sorry it's taken us so long to post, it's all been sitting here finished but rawiyaparand is busy defending her thesis and I've had work and a heavy study schedule so we've both had trouble getting it sorted to post.

rawiyaparand has left me in control of our baby so i'm going to try to keep up with the schedule we originally planned. Updates on Saturday's and Wednesdays.

Glad you're enjoying it hon, or for the record I think Orli and Lij amused us to write more than our beloved Monaboyd. Just wait until you meet Miss Emilie.

[waqaychay.livejournal.com]

i know rawiyaparand has been gone for the last little while, but i didn't know that was why. man, i hope it's going well for her. *crosses fingers*

you mean emilie is going to make an appearance? yay! *happy dance*

[sassywitch.livejournal.com]

Emilie is possibly the biggest LOTR fangirl in history in thsi fic...She's hysterical.

[waqaychay.livejournal.com]

oooh, can't wait! *rubs hands eagerly*

[owlgrey.livejournal.com]

I adore this fic! It is so touching that Billy goes along with the charade and Orli and Lij in the background are hilarious!

You portray all the guys so well!

More please...and soon!

[sassywitch.livejournal.com]

Thanks hon.

We loved writing it, and wait for it cos Orli and Lij only get funnier.

[daydreambeleevr.livejournal.com]

very happy to see this fic continued. you know, prior to this chapter, i was wondering if you were going to show that Dom was faking the extent of his memory loss, so he could act out this new "relationship" with Billy. now i'm not so sure. now i'm just trying to figure out what his reaction is going to be once he regains his full memory. will it be embarrassment, because he pushed Billy into this. will it be anger, thinking Billy took advantage of him, or will it be relief that he and Billy can finally be together. my bet is that it'll be a little bit of all three. :wink:

thanks for continuing with this story.

kerry =)

[sassywitch.livejournal.com]

Glad you're enjoying it hon, and I think you may be right, but there may just be a twist or two to that theory.