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Parties.
Billy loves to party. Tommy- he likes to follow.
Tonight was different though.
The roles would be different
They would be different.
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Tonight was the end of school- and the start of summer. Graduation for many, many people like Billy, Tommy- Carol, and others. So what better way to celebrate than a good ol party?
Hagan took on the bright idea of throwing the party at his place. Carol, actually might have pushed the idea onto him. Feeling like he should take on the role of being the host, Tommy threw out the idea. Billy spread the word. And here they now would be.
The party was going along smoothly- and other than a couple of lower grade crashers, it was great. Seniors– now adults of the real world weren't being as messy as one would expect. Everyone was dancing- grinding asses or bumping hips. The atmosphere felt nice, but.. Not to Tommy. The suffocation was real.
Billy didn't detect it- as usual. He was relishing in the attention he got from everyone… the praise- the glory. Their worship . One of few things that could make him feel content. But that was something that could only last for so long. Because by the time he was alone- no one around, he was– well, alone. There was no one who ever truly stuck by him– wanted to be around him to actually engage in conversation, it always had been about the looks, that was all Billy could use to keep people around…
Tommy was near the same- he liked the attention– the glory. But he didn’t like the.. weight that came with the popularity. Like- shouldering a reputation, he could imagine how Billy feels– how Steve felt . That’s why Tommy never stood in first place, never snatched that title as king. Because he was content with being The second hand man… The Duke.
Well- the party was sort of dying down by now. And Billy was still on a high- he had alcohol flourishing through his bloodstream. Not enough to make him drunk, but enough to get Hargrove pretty disconnected from his conscience. The male was just- blurting things out, here and there without care about who heard him. But in all honesty, when did Hargrove ever give a damn about who heard him and his opinions on people.
Tommy would be the one, hauling the man’s weak legs upstairs, not as drunk as he’d like to be but it was enough. The two were sort of on the same boat, being drunk and idiots, however Hagan still had a mind to his words. And many words were being kept in his head right now. Billy had a firm grip on the brunette's shirt, bunching the fabric up and exposing the male’s freckled belly underneath. The way his head continuously flopped onto the shorter’s shoulder as he struggled to pull the king up the steps.
Finally… Finally, As they had gotten to the room, Billy was sitting down on the bed. Tommy was just about to get up before he’d been brought back down. The fuck??
Billy rested his cheek on Hagan’s shoulder. Eyes partially shut while he looked forward with a blank stare “You’re warm… ‘s cold as hell.” Hargrove muttered quietly, and Tommy felt like stone, petrified– frozen into place… “Just- Just a second, Billy. I gotta lock the door– people still partying down stairs and I don't want people bothering u– me.”
Billy gave a smirk at that. It was unable for Tommy to tell the intent that had been hidden behind it. Hargrove let the other go, reluctantly, and The other went to lock the door. Once he had. Billy had his arm out, and Tommy looked confused but gently placed his hand on The slightly taller male’s. Billy immediately snatched him back over, And there Tommy again sat with Billy beside him.
All… up in his space, cheek nuzzling again on his shoulder. What the fuck was up with Hargrove??! Tommy just then had to re-evaluate how much Billy had to drink. “Y'know.. I'm… jealous of you…” Billy started, and Tommy blinked. Absolutely dumbfounded “Me- Me??? The king Hargrove. Jealous of me? No way.. – how? You get all the girls– the popularity–”
“Yeah? And..?” Billy interjected. “You’re telling me..” Tommy would start, “That no girl here is your type-? C'mon, Billy. What is your type then? You’re popular. You could have anyone wrapped around your finger.” Billy took a second, looking as if he were genuinely pondering on the fact before he sat up, one hand on Tommy’s thigh. And the other gently gripped the back of Tommy’s shirt. Whatever the fuck was going on. Hagan had no clue, but in any case he kept still. Breathless. Petrified.
“I like em… short haired, y’know..? Brunettes… but their hair has to be wild , spiky, slicked back- some strands here and there… and they gotta have freckles.” With each phrase going by, the hand slid up Tommy’s thigh, and Billy would move, growing more confident. He was practically straddling the other by now, their lips inches apart. Tommy was out of breath with how close Billy was, how.. vulnerable he seemed. The male before him switching between doubt and confidence.
It only took Tommy a good, whole minute before he realized what Billy was talking about– talking about him . And right when he had realized, the courage Billy mustered up finally sprung into action. Hargrove pushed himself onto Hagan’s lap, his lip crashing with that of the brunette's. And Honest to god Tommy was going to melt into it- drench himself in the feeling of Billy all over him– but something screamed at him- a voice just like Carol’s– or his parents. Telling him to stop. Without meaning to, he shoved Hargrove off, and the male hit the floor with a thud . “Oh– oh god, Billy– I- I'm–”
Billy held a hand up. His face twitched as he slowly stood. “No.. don't. I'm sorry, my fucking bad– I shouldn't have. With you and Carol– I'm sorry.” Like a stray cat- Billy was running away. That’s what he knew to do best, maybe the title of lone wolf was better for him. There's no way now he could face Tommy ever again. Not after this. Hargrove turned on his heels, ready to walk out the door (after unlocking it of course.)
Before he even could however, Tommy stood up, Billy stilled himself with a sort of panic having quickly seeped inside of him. The cali boy expected a punch- a yell- something thrown at him for what he did. Though Tommy just marched over, spinning The taller male to face him and shoving him back against the door, their lips colliding.
“Wait– wait” Billy panted out- his brows furrowed “You just– what are you doing.” And for a second he looked hurt, though that had been quickly replaced with anger. “You just shoved me off. Fucking make up your mind.”
The male shrugged Tommy off, going to fumble with the door lock and head out.
if it weren't for the fire igniting deep in the brunette’s gut. He would have given up and cried into the pillows.
Not tonight though, tonight– he was going to get what he wanted. He’d been waiting for a moment like this– dreaming. And the second he got it. The jackass let it slip from his grasp.. he had to reignite the flame. With a grasp on Billy’s hand. The male pinned him once again to the door. Those hands quickly left the taller’s and settled on his waist instead. “You didn't give me a second to think? Jackass. Now I'm returning you the favor. Shut up and enjoy it Hargrove.. You wanted this. And so do I..” He said, and before Billy could even respond, their lips met again.
Tommy knew he shouldn't be doing this…- He– he was in a committed relationship. But it was not like that had been all sunshine and rainbows. Perkins was already gone around with the multiple guys. Thinking she was slick and stealthy behind Tommy’s back. Hell he couldn't even begin to fit all the names he knew on his fingers. This– this was right, it felt right. His lips slotting against Billy’s, feeling the lush softness of that Californian. It was secure, Billy wanted him– no, needed. Judging by how the taller’s arms had flown immediately around the brunette’s neck. Pulling him closer, wanting more- needing more.
This was okay, no one would even know. Tommy wanted him, for the longest. It was crazy how Hargrove even had a crush first, and confessed like this. Hagan had a crush on the male for the absolute longest time.. ever since he laid eyes on that Beautiful Billy Hargrove. Lifting him up that Halloween and getting full eyes on his ass. Which his hands had now consciously wandered to, taking full grab of the males cheeks in either palm. The pants Billy wore had them showing for all its glory, something he always took pride in.
“Wanted you-” Billy mumbled against the freckled boy’s lips. “Saw the way you look at me– Tommy..That Halloween.” He continued, his hips subtly rolling against the other’s, drawing a moan out of the both of them. “Yeah.. You did?” The shorter answered almost breathlessly. His head was spinning by the friction alone. He grabbed Billy by the collar, pulling him to turn around again. Positions a bit switched, Billy’s back now faced the bed, and he was being pushed towards it. Once the back of his legs met with the edge Tommy pushed him down and Hargrove was sent toppling backwards into the covers.
This was his moment to relinquish these feelings.. get em rid of for good– it could be a one night thing- it was to set everything aside and move on. Billy too thought the same, maybe if he just fucked the guy the feelings would go away. And they would be buddies all over again. After all that’s how it went back in Cali, the place was more open and accepting to people like him . He’d gone around and fucked or be fucked by a couple men, mostly been fucked. Nothing was ever long term. Ever . Needless to say Billy was experienced in this manner.. to be used and thrown aside. Just like now, the two were going to screw and forget this night ever happened. All the alcohol no longer dizzying their heads but their dicks too. It was just to drain the toxins from the system, no more than that…
Also needless to say, Billy was shocked with how demanding and in control the situation Tommy was. Had he slept around with guys too? The answer came quickly, and it was no. Judging by how awkward and hesitant the shorter had been with stripping off his own clothes, unbuckling the belt. Yeah… a definite no. It was still cute in its own way, and Billy would be amused by that factor. Deciding to watch Hagan for now.
God– jesus, christ. Where was Tommy going to even start? The only thing he’s ever done with a boy was kiss em. And that was way back when with Steve fucking Harrington!!
“I'm not the only one getting naked here. Strip, Hargrove.” Tommy said, his words laced with venom. A threat in its own way. Billy would obey, quite fascinated with this side of Tommy. Usually the male was like a bitch. Following the taller at his heels and barking when told. Always so cheerful and giddy when around Hargrove. And while Tommy was barking- he barked orders. And Billy would be the bitch, obeying and unfastening the buttons to his shirt- slipping it off quickly and unbuckling his belt. Throwing that aside. He shimmied off the pants quickly after- only now laying in his boxers.
Hargrove couldn't keep his eyes off Tommy. He had meat and muscle in all the right places- not too mention, he was hung . Jesus. For a guy shorter than himself he could pretty sure press their sizes together- and Tommy would probably be around the same- hell. If not bigger.. than him. And not those freckles . Staring at them, Billy could draw out each constellation of the stars on The brunette’s body. Truly a magnificent sight, it made The male’s dick practically jump.
Tommy drank up the sight, though he wasn't much too content with the matter. Billy. Was. Still. Dressed. “I did say strip? Didn't I? Take those off too, Bills. I'm not gonna wait all night.” And with all this fresh barking of orders. Billy decided to bite back, couldn't help but admit he was a little agitated, Tommy didn't have a claim on him. They were just Fucking. What rights did this man think he had? Going around telling The man to strip and hurry up. “Why don't you fuckin make me Hagan? I’ll take my god damn time.” Billy flashed a snarling grin, one that was testing boundaries which Hagan very much so had.
The brunette crossed his arms. “You wanna play that game? Fine with me.” Tommy snapped. Climbing onto the bed, he hovered over Billy, yanking both of the male’s wrists into his hand and pinning them above his head. Sure, Billy was bigger, and taller. And could very well fight the shorter off if he wanted. Which was why Tommy hadn’t been too bothered by doing so. He also knew Billy wouldn't. Because that needy whore wanted this. Wanted Tommy. And Tommy wasn't about to fumble so fucking easy for this pathetic male. The freckled male had more restraint- more control. He could Leave Billy blueballed and his own would be just fine after a couple of minutes. His knee stuck between the lifeguard’s legs. Pressing right against the crotch.
Hargrove let out a gasp, he squirmed. Tommy continued. His knee slid up, and down. Rubbing against the other’s erection at an excruciatingly slow pace. It was like a game between them. Who could fold first, the top or the bottom?
This would continue on. By now, Billy was writhing underneath Tommy. Panting and groaning. Cursing in annoyance. Just telling the brunette to ‘get on with it ’ or ‘ stop teasing–’ and Hagan paid no mind. Honestly he could get off from this alone, watching each expression on Billy’s face. From desperate- to annoyed, to impatient, to frustrated, to vulnerable… finally after another minute. Billy was bucking his hips against the shorter’s knee. Keening out a “please..” that, made Tommy light up. It almost got to him, but he still didn't stop. Not at all stopping till Billy began to beg some more- and now became more than willing to pull those oppressive shorts off. “Okay– okay You win- fuck- please– please let go- I’ll take em off– shit..- Tommy, please. ”
His knee moved first, Billy was still bucking his hips a little bit after. A groan was heard, Hargrove being frustrated at the loss of friction. Then slowly did Tommy release the shorter's hands, and Billy lifted his hips. Slipping off those pesky Boxers with an easy tug.
“You’ve ever been with a man before… Tommy?”
“Nope.. just kissed one. You?”
“Plenty.”
Neither of them liked the sound of that. It made everything increasingly passionate– aggressive even.
“Who was it..?”
“I can’t say. You’d hate it.”
By that, Billy already knew.
“Harrington..”
“Uh huh.. don’t tell me you’re jealous Hargrove, wanted to be my first. Didn't you?”
Billy didn't say a word after that. He just glared. And Tommy smirked, Billy wasn't going to get away from him any time soon. He didn't have to worry. This bitch was wrapped around his finger , even if it’s just for tonight… just for right now. Even though his gut , his heart would be asking for that to last even longer.
Hagan Climbed properly back over Hargrove. Getting a view of his precious cock too. And it was crazy to mention how baby smooth Hargrove was.. not a piece of hair to be seen in any place. How often did this man wax– did he even wax??? Shaking those thoughts aside. Tommy’s brows furrowed. Where do they go from here?
“You got lube??”
“Uh.. what–”
“Shit Tommy. You got some fuckin’.. vaseline or something ?”
Tommy fumbled as he went into the drawer beside his bed. Grabbing the vaseline and handing it to Billy, Hargrove would push him off now and sit up slightly. “Look away.” He muttered to the male as he slicked his own fingers with the vas. Hagan would scoff at that, was– was Billy actually embarrassed?! Judging by how the other furrowed his brows at the scoff– pushed him again. It was a yes. The brunette grabbed Billy by the wrist, holding it up in the air. “Yeah.. Like hell if I am. This.. Is only a one time thing. And I'm taking it for what it’s got.” Hargrove’s brow twitched, he was damn near about to shove Tommy off him. Or punch him in the face.
Billy would however cave in. Tommy grabbed his cock, giving a couple strokes at the base before slowly pulling his hand away. Hargrove had his back, arching. Even though the other’s palm was calloused and dry, the pleasure it gave , rippled from the other’s dick through his body. “You wanna get this done and over with? C'mon Billy. Get to work.” And with that his hand pulled away. The brunette sat back on his calves, watching as Billy laid back- draped an arm over his eyes. He didn't want this to end… not by a long shot. However, what's done will be done. And they can just move past this.
Hargrove slid a finger inside himself- gasping. Shit, he didn't expect to do that. Maybe with those pair of brown eyes on him made Billy feel all more intense. It was like he’d been eaten alive, Tommy was watching him like a hawk. And devouring ever, single, inch. The male began to work through the rings of muscles- panting, grunting.. biting on his lips to hold back any of those cruel moans. He wasn't about to give Tommy the satisfaction, not going to let Tommy know that just his gaze was ruining Hargrove…
But Hagan wasn't about to let that slide. Even if Billy was fucking himself, hot and bothered. The brunette didn't like how the other had been shielding himself from the other’s gaze. He wanted to enjoy this night for what it’s got. His one and only chance with Billy fucking Hargrove. The longtime crush he’s ever had. With a grunt Tommy leant down, taking a grab at Hargrove’s arm and pressing it down beside the male’s head. Billy didn't bother to fight back- to busy working himself open to even care anymore. He just didn't like how pathetic he looked- how pathetic he felt . Laying in bed and fucking himself open like this for Hagan….
This was a small town, and the panic was set in Billy’s heart. If anyone found out– if the word spread to his dad.. oh. How Billy would be dead meat. His eyes bore with lazy, half lidded lust up into The freckled boy’s dark eyes. A coat of blush resting on his tan cheeks, god.. the moment felt so intimate while being so filthy. “Just tell me when you’re ready….” The shorter said, Hargrove started to work himself with the second finger. The brunette would be leaning down and peppering a bunch of kisses along the other’s neck. He so badly wanted to coat them with bites, hickeys. Marking up the male as he pleased.. just a one time thing it was. Restraining himself had been so difficult to where Tommy ended up biting hard into the collar bone. Earning a jerk and cry from the other as his teeth sunk into the skin. The brunette sucked the area, making sure it left a nice bruise. If Billy weren't so busy with himself, he’d have punched Tommy’s lights out and left there and then. This was a one time thing– no Marks should be left like that- even if they were hidden. From now until the bruise went away Billy would have to button his shirt up.. damn thing right smack dab near the middle of his chest.
“Okay– okay.. fuck, I'm ready.”
Tommy looked.. completely unsure as he settled between Hargrove’s legs. “You.. sure about this– should I get a condom.. or.”
“Fuck, man. If you want. I'm clean though, showered before the party.” Tommy sort of tilted his head at that– well it wasn't like Billy could get pregnant anyways. He set on hand on the bed, dipping into the mattress beside Billy. The other held his cock, hard and ready, he pressed it at the other’s entrance. Completely doubtful of his actions.
“If you’re gonna keep me waiting.. better be ready to fuck while staring at an old man’s face.” Hargrove spoke sarcastically. And Tommy swatted his thigh. “Shut up would you? I’ve never done this with a man before.”
“Would you like me to take the ropes..- there’s enough vas for me to–”
“ No. Hell no. I'm good. Just– shut the fuck up?”
And Billy shut right up. Biting on his lips.
Tommy hummed.. his heart might of felt a little electricity of excitement. No one had ever been able to get Billy to shut up– to listen so easily. Hell was he enjoying this. His cock pressed firm against the other's hole. The head soon engulfed, wrapped around tight by the heat. They both let out a groan, comically harmonized as both the intrusion and heat completely waved them with pleasure and excitement. “Oh Fuck… ” Billy had let out as Tommy began to sink in– deeper, and deeper. Finally bottoming out, their hips pressed together. “ Jesus.. you’re tight. Man…” it felt.. just the same as you would fuck a girl. Hot. Tight. But this– was amazing. His hips had reeled back on instinct. Then snapped forward, leaving Billy to cry out, gripping the pillows tight and his legs clamped around Hagan’s waist.
“ Fuck-!! Warning! Jackass- fucks sake. You’re going to tear me apart if you just- fucking. God-”
Billy huffed out. Glaring at Hagan who seemed now awfully amused, his little comical, jokster act all put in place. “You feel so good Bills..” Tommy said quietly… A smile on his lips. Billy’s eyes had widened and he shifted with a small curse. Turning his head to the side. “Shut up.. just- fucking move, would you?” –
“You just scolded me for moving..” Tommy huffed out, a little laugh would follow. And well Billy turned his head to the side, avoiding that gaze after he felt a flush of embarrassment. Hagan leant down and grabbed Billy’s face so they’d see eye to eye. A firm kiss pressed against the other’s lips as he began to move. The thrusts were low, slow and deep. Hargrove groaned against the male’s lips. Naturally he didn't kiss anyone, Billy thought a kiss was too special… any time he’d been out with a girl or guy. Screwing. They never kissed, it was too intimate. But this just felt right, how Tommy engulfed the passion, returned it, teased it. It just felt right…
Tommy had let go of Billy’s arm, his now free one rested beside the male’s head as support to keep himself up. Their kissing continued, Tommy licking at the taller's lips and pressing his tongue into Hargrove’s mouth, forcing it open. Now the noises couldn't be contained. The taste of alcohol was rubbing off one anothers tongue, it felt intoxicating. Dizzying . The thrusts began to speed up. And Billy was letting all of his sweet sounds out for glory. Now he was a Vocal man, Hargrove. Knowing the women(or men) ate that shit up every time he let out a groan, or shudder. Letting them know they made him feel good . Though it was mostly a display, a facade. The pleasure was good but it wasn't right, it didn't give that sweetness Billy always had craved for. So of course groans were let out, here and there. But not like this. Hagan had him touched in all the right places, each push, thrust, kiss, bite all drew some sort of sound out of him. Like Billy was just an instrument being played.
“Hha .. oh– shit. Ffuck… Tommy – Faster.” Billy let out, Tommy almost fucking came at how The other sounded his name. Vulnerable and needy. It tugged at his chest in a way he never felt before. Not with Carol.. not anyone. He liked this. Liked Billy- this sex was supposed to be something for them to get over… like crossing a river– or bridge. But it only felt like things were reinforcing. Their feelings for one another. As Tommy sped up , Billy’s hands flew to the other’s back. Nails raking down the skin, bound to leave marks. Hell if Hargrove wasn't about to be able to show off his chest. Then Tommy deserves to have a hard time not showing that back to Carol. Their kissing grew sloppy as the thrusts became more erratic. Tommy had moved the angle of his thrusts just a little. Causing the male to be arching his back off the bed, their chests pressed up against one another. Tommy’s fre hand moved to wrap around the male’s waist. “Shit– there – fuck. Right there- god.” Billy shuddered out. And Tommy let the sound of Billy's moans deafen his ears.
Fuck Carol. She always nitpicked how Tommy and her would screw. Had something to say– to fix. It’s quite why he wasn't so vocal now. But with the sound of Billy enjoying himself, so well. Many noises from himself were being let out, slipping past the lips left and right.
“Fuck– that’s right Hagan. Treat me– like another one of them bitches– like I'm just- a pretty face– another pretty girl to look at… god- you feel amazing. Hh..oh– shit.”
Tommy didn't particularly enjoy how Billy wanted him to pretend that.. that Hargrove was just another girl. Because this wasn't the case. He hissed feeling those nails rake down his skin once again.
“ No– you- .. I'm– doing this. Because– I wanted you. You . You’re like a parasite- infecting my mind. Ff.. and you feel so fucking great. Better than –” He stopped himself short.
“Better than– Hah- Perkins? I'm flattered, Hagan. Knew you always liked this ass. Give it your best- fuck – fuck me rough. I want it all from you.”
Tommy also didn't enjoy being called Hagan. He could tell why Billy’s was doing it. Trying to not cross that bridge– holding back his feelings. It was the brunette's fault he thought…
shouldn’t have pushed him off earlier.
Billy mostly called others by their last name. His form of disrespect, people who had his respect would be called by their first name. That person was Tommy. And no one else… but now here he was ‘Hagan’ this– ‘Hagan’ that. It made him frustrated. The frustration pushed strength into those thrusts and Billy was about to damn near cry out now. Thank god for the booming music down below. And everyone had mostly left. Probably some stragglers having passed out or been too drunk to move around. No one would be able to hear the sweet moans coming from the californian. And that only encouraged Tommy even more. Thank god for his sturdy bar bed. Because at the rate he’d been going multiple, loud and fast thumps would have been heard banging against the wall. Billy moved a hand to grab the pillows, the other clawing at Hagan’s back. Tommy was relentless to that sweet spot on The other’s inside. Fucking it, over and over. Pounding with no mercy. Billy was caving in. His eyes rolled back and shut for a second. Then with the next few thrusts he groaned.
“Oh- Haa– Fuck!- I’m- I'm–”
The male came, untouched at that. The ropes of spend messing both his and Tommy’s stomach , their chests had still been pressed together so when they pulled apart. That would be its own, sticky situation. Tommy wasn't done quite yet though. His thrusts continued a couple more rounds and Billy was far over stimulated. Begging- pleading- cursing and almost crying as Tommy was fucking him with that brutal pace. Once he got close the male was finally slowing up with the last few pounding deep. He clutched onto the Hargrove’s waist, pulling him down and his hips jutted up, deep into the other’s ass as he came, hard. Now they were both spent out. Tommy pulled out, slow as he was softening up. And they both groaned out at that.
Neither one bothered to clean up.
They laid there. Content and completed.
“Shit… I don't think I’ll be able to walk quite yet.. you don't mind if I..”
“Yeah.. it’s cool. Keep.. keep to your side.”
“Yes sir– jack ass sir..”
Billy would jokingly salute. He couldn't bother to get up. The ache was immediately settling in. Hagan didn't even bother himself. He laid there, not believing the night just happened, too blissed out to even believe it.. and in any case Tommy figured that the male would leave in the morning anyways… maybe this was just a dream.
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When morning rose. Tommy had blinked, opening his eyes and rubbing them with a gentle sigh. A yawn soon followed. Damn- his shoulders sort of ached- and why did he feel- fuck did he wet dream? Tommy lifted the blanket to see the spend all over his stomach- some onto the blanket. His eyes widened.
“Oh– fuck… I– shit.” He cursed himself. The party must of had him fucked up–. But then he saw that stupid- button up shirt laying on the ground tossed by the door. The complimenting navy blue that made Billy’s tan pop out… along with the rest of his clothes. Finally after a good fucking moment of being dumb. His eyes snapped, looking to the side to see none other than a big ol bunch of golden curls. Framing Hargrove’s face as he slept like a sleeping beauty, on his side and facing Tommy.
“Holy shit…” Tommy would mutter to himself. His hands flew to his hair. Gripping them in shock-
It wasn't a dream- it wasn't a dream- it wasn't a fucking dream.
He almost thought to get out of bed– Carol was going to be pissed for leaving her out in the party– or maybe not.. she probably found someone to hitch a ride with or something. Probably didn't even notice Tommy had left.
And besides.. Billy looked… pretty cute. While sleeping. Maybe Hagan could enjoy these moments more, before they had to truly separate. Part ways and act like nothing happened. As much as it sucked.. it was bound to go that way…
Tommy would heave a sigh to himself and lay down, taking in the moments for what he could. Rolling onto his side. The male would toy with Billy’s hair, trying to get the morning to last for all that he could till it all had to go away…
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