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Three days.
That's how long it had been without talking to Stu. Stu had cussed him out, accusing him of taking Stu for granted and trying to use him for his own benefit.
Billy couldn't understand it. He thought he knew he needed him. He depended on him. He really, really needed Stu.
They'd known each other since the third grade and had never once had they grown apart like this. Billy couldn't take it.
Especially now. His father had kicked him out of the house and he had no where to go.
It had been a long time since he'd last thrown Billy out of the house, and Stu knew that. He likely didn't expect it either. He couldn't have.
Billy didn't know where he could go.
They had just gotten rid of Maureen, and if he went to Sidney's he wouldn't be able to get his emotions out; Drowned in the midst of her own.
He couldn't go to Randy's; He was annoying as all hell and only talked about horror movies, and he would poke fun out of Billy's pure sodden misery.
The only person left was Stu, who was upset with him.
Billy had hoped it would rain perhaps on his way to Stu's house, disguise his suffering, but nothing ever really went his way.
He tried to contain his tears, wipe them a few times, but of course they kept pouring down his face; The warm saltiness landing over his lips every once in a while.
He'd usually lick his tears off, but he didn't at all even want to give himself that. He was angry at himself for betraying Stu, or, at least making Stu feel that way.
He wanted Stu to hold him, tell him everything was alright, but he did not deserve it in the slightest.
Billy felt himself starting to break down. His tough facade that he'd somewhat kept up on his long walk had started to crumble the longer he thought about everything.
"You just want to use me, Billy! You never listen to my ideas, how come huh? 'Cuz you don't know what you have! I don't like it, Man. It's, kinda fucking rude and damaging to me."
Stu had laughed through talking, but it was almost as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing from Billy.
Billy felt like his world was ending; ripped apart at the seams.
He had no home to go back to, and who knows if Stu would even let him stay with him this time.
Billy held his elbows, crossing his arms as he walked.
He tried not to pass anybody on the way, as he was slowly starting to lose his tough facade and he would be embarrassed to all fuck.
He felt his fast breathing slowly turning to hyperventilating as he tried not to let out any sobs.
He was shaking, trying to find his footing to get to Stu's house, but he couldn't walk anymore.
He was so close, just down the road, but he collapsed next to a patch of dirt and some trees.
He had a throbbing headache, his face feeling unbearably sticky and disgusting.
He was now in the middle of no-where, besides Stu's mansion up the road.
He let out his sobs as they racked his body, shaking ever-more.
He punched the sidewalk in self loathing, hissing at the pain in his knuckles and only sobbing more.
He was pathetic. He was sure no one, not even Stu had seen him even close to this state.
He wasn't even sure if he'd seen himself like this before.
He needed Stu so bad. He needed his dumb jokes, his stupid voice, his idiotically amazing warmth over him. His everything.
His mood was always lifted around Stu, no matter what. But he'd broke and fucked up severely.
Why couldn't I just let him pitch in some ideas? I'm such a narcissistic asshole like he said!
Billy had never stopped to realised how amazing of a relationship he'd had with Stu.
They were truly one, attached at the hip. And he felt like he only had half of a heart.
He was nothing without his accomplice.
He punched at the sidewalk until his knuckles bled, stopping to grip at his shirt in pain.
He held his head in his hands, crying like the pathetic bastard he was.
He heard some familiar laughing and looked up to see Stu and Tatum, gone on each other and hands intertwined.
Billy's eyebrows furrowed and he didn't know exactly what to do. He looked a mess, pathetic as ever. And how was he going to explain away his misery in front of Stu's home?
He wiped at his tears desperately, hyper aware of the blood on his knuckles and the bruises over his body and face from his idiot father.
He tried to stand but he was too weak and in what seemed like a fraction of a second, Stu had let go of Tatum to crouch at Billy's side.
"Billy?" He said softly, brushing Billy's hair back. Billy was too gone to reply, not even realising he was still sobbing and choking on his own existence.
Stu helped him up, grasping at his under-arms to keep the shorter boy standing.
"Tatum.. I'm sorry. You can go home I, I need to handle this."
"Are you sure? Are you okay, Billy?" She kneels down as well, worry flooding her face.
"I'm- just ..great." He said through sobs, his anger getting to him through the sorrow now.
Stu gave Tatum a look and she understood, rushing off to her car to get back home.
Stu knew Billy would only lash out at Tatum if she was there trying to help, he only had a certain amount of tolerance.
And that amount was Stuart Macher.
He gets Billy inside in silence before looking over him.
"Billy.." he says quietly, taking in the heart-aching sight before him.
He almost didn't want to touch Billy, afraid he'd break him at the sight of his fragility and petiteness.
"I'm.. I'm so s..sorry.." Billy sobs, his body shaking ever so slightly as he feels his warm tears slide over his cheeks.
The feeling is replaced by Stu's thumbs, gliding over to wipe off the tears from his cheeks. It doesn't make much of a difference, but the gesture is there.
Stu takes a hold of Billy's hand as he opens his mouth to softly speak towards him. "Billy. You've done nothing. You can explain whenever you're ready, okay? But you, have done absolutely nothing to apologize for. And I need you to understand that."
Billy nods, his hair slightly parting to fall over his forehead although he still feels as though it is entirely his fault.
Stu gently stands up from his crouched position on the living room floor, pulling Billy up with him.
Billy is still a mess, but Stu makes him feel better about himself. Billy gets flustered at the skin on skin contact, and he'd almost smile if he wasn't so distraught.
"Doll, I am going to bring us to my room, okay? I need you to be comfortable." Stu grins but it's in a caring way and he never lets go of Billy's hand on the whole way to his room.
He knows Billy will be more comfortable in Stu's room, spending almost all of his time over at Stu's in that specific place.
It felt more like home that Billy's own home.
Billy didn't process the pet-name, nor did he mind it. Stu was trying to make him feel better, and to be honest; Billy did quite frankly look like a doll. A Johnny Depp one, at that.
Stu leads Billy to sit on the end of his bed like a sad puppy, and he complies.
They sit next to each other, until Billy leans back and lays down; Stu does the same.
He hugs onto Billy gently, keeping him close to him. "You're safe. No ones going to hurt you here, Billy."
He speaks softly, and Billy's face flushes.
"I.. love you, Stu." Billy says softly, and Stu raises an eyebrow.
"What?" he says normally, and Billy swallows and squeezes his eyes shut.
"Nothing.." He internally curses at himself.
"Oh." Stu says, going back to being quiet. "Billy, can you explain what happened to me?"
Billy takes in a breath and opens his eyes again, looking back at Stu. He feels uneasy under the attention, but decides he owes it to Stu for making him ditch Tatum.
"I. My dad.." found out I like fucking men. Found out I like, you.
He swallows and looks away from Stu's gaze, trying to let it spill out like word vomit so he wouldn't have to think about it all too much. "He kicked me out for being a faggot, okay?"
Billy winces as he lets it out, avoiding looking at Stu's reaction.
Stu simply coddles him, holding him closer as he notices the pain in Billy's expression. "Okay." He replies softly, rubbing Billy's side. He is going to be casual about it.
But inside he is burning up. Billy is gay?? Really? And.. was that what he said earlier? He really said he loves me?
Stu wasn't that dumb, of course he heard what Billy said, he just couldn't process it. And the fact that Billy has a girlfriend as well as Stu, he just can't wrap his head around it.
He thought Billy actually liked Sidney like that.. that's why he got a girlfriend, to distract himself from Billy and Sidney's.. love-sickness and.. mushy gushiness.
Billy feels his tears slowly halting, as the more he lays in Stu's arms the more content he is.
Stu decides to subside his own feelings to take care of Billy for now. Billy first, questions later.
He runs his fingers through Billy's hair, looking over him. "Do you feel any better?" Stu whispers softly, resting his head against the pillow; Gazes paralleled.
Billy nods a bit. "I do." He says quietly, now looking at Stu.
"Do you wanna explain to me some more what happened, hmm? Do you think you could do that for me?"
Billy averts his eyes once again, thinking for a bit. He chews on his bottom lip, ignoring the dulling pain in his knuckles.
"He found a journal I'd been keeping. It.. it was a total fuck-up on my part. I know. I know I'm always so .. touchy about leaving evidence or slipping up but.. I.. it helped me feel better once you stopped.. talking to me. But, I'd been so clumsy, and, and.. stupid that I'd left the journal out on practically display on my desk while I went to get something to eat.."
Billy pauses for a second, looking up at Stu who gives him a pleading look to keep going. Stu twirls a strand of Billy's hair around his finger and Billy feels his stomach churn a bit.
"So.. he.. fucking walked into my room.. read the page it was on.. a-.. about you.. and.. he called me a faggot and beat.. uhm.." Billy's eyes get a bit sadder and he looks away from Stu again to pause.
"You're okay." Stu says gently. "I get it. Is that when he kicked you out?"
Billy feels a wave of relief come over him as Stu understands without words and he nods. "mmhmm.."
Stu pulls him in gently for a hug. "You know, Billy. I am really so sorry for yelling at you the other day. I felt so terrible about it. I, I only had Tatum over to distract myself. I didn't.. I didn't want to apologise because I'd look like a pussy but I really don't care I am one."
"I was scared you wouldn't let me stay here." Billy says quietly, fumbling with an iron ring around his middle finger.
"I always would, Billy. I don't care if it's thirty years from now and we haven't spoken since today. You could always stay here."
Billy blushes a bit, though he didn't think he'd stop talking to Stu anytime soon. Or, well, ever more like. "Thank you." He says.
The words roll off of his tongue kind of funny, he's not very used to apologising nor thanking people, but he's not used to crying like this in front of Stu either; Cuddling him so closely and having him whisper in his ear he's alright.
He's already practically confessed, there was a lot of things placing him outside of his comfort zone but Stu deserved to see and hear them all.
"Of course."
While Billy does feel better, (emotionally) There is still a sort of unresolved tension between the two as they lay in silence.
"Stu. I.. fuck god damn it give me a second to word this out.." Billy licks at his dry lips, feeling a bit of an iron-y taste splayed on his tongue from a cut over his bottom lip. Of course.
Stu chuckles a bit. "Take your time, Billy."
"I. He read all my feelings towards you and.." Billy sniffles a bit, wiping his eyes and nose on his sleeve. "God damn-it!" he whisper-shouts, causing Stu to stifle a laugh as he tries to be as respectful and quiet as possible towards him.
"I. I really do love you, Stu. I do. More than you could ever know. I love you more than I love Sid. And I'm for real." It takes Billy a lot of energy and strength to get the unfamiliar words out of him, only once writing them on paper but he does it.
He fucking does it.
And Stu cherishes every second of it. Stu rests a hand on Billy's waist, rubbing gentle circles into it with his thumb. "I love you too, Billy. I really would, like, kiss you, or something, man, but, I think you would feel better if we got you cleaned up first, okay? I want you to be as happy as possible, ya know."
Billy nods, a bit shy now. He did it. He confessed. Stu loves him too. Stu wants to kiss him. Fuck.
He sits up, wincing at the dull pain in his ribs from his dad kicking him down the stairs. Thanks dad.
Stu steadies him with an arm, before standing up and carrying Billy bridal style.
Billy's eyes widen. "Fucking easy there." he hisses between his teeth, and Stu giggles as he practically prances to the bathroom.
"I am, I am, don't worry, Billy-boy, I gotcha."
Billy rolls his eyes at that, knowing Stu's dumb-ass would probably trip and fall down the stairs with him in his arms, still yelling 'I gotcha!'
Stu makes his way across the indoor balcony, God bless A-fuckin-Merica, and into the bathroom.
He sets 'Billy-Boy' on the counter and kisses his forehead gently with a few giggles in between. "So you don't have a heart attack when I actually kiss you." He explains the small kiss away, before going a few feet away to run a bath for Billy.
Billy feels his face flush once again, and turns to look at himself in the mirror. God, holy fuck did he look a whole ass mess.
He swallows and finds himself staring at the grossness of his appearance. His eyebrows furrow and he gasps when he feels Stu's large, warm hands around his waist and he snaps his head to look at him.
"You look fine, dude. Don't worry about it, alrighty? I'll get you back to your Johnny Depp-edness!"
Billy scowls. If he had a dollar for every time someone called him hot because he was practically Johnny Depp he'd have a mansion in the woods like Stu.
"You look like JC from *N-Sync, I don't want to hear it."
Stu grins. "Why, thank you." He giggles a bit and then pulls Billy's shirt off over his arms without warning.
"Hey! What are you doing?" Billy says and begins to pout, a glint of worry forming in his eyes.
"Don't worry, I put bubbles in the bathtub. I won't look I swear! I'm just going to help you get cleaned up, Billy. I don't want you to suffer through it alone. I know it must hurt like shit.."
Billy nods but then Stu opens his pie hole again. "And, also to make sure you don't fall asleep and get gripped on the dick by freddy krueger like in that one scene where-"
"Okay I get it! Shit! I'm Johnny Depp! Nice!" Billy hops off the counter with an angry expression, though he thinks Stu can tell he's not actually that annoyed with him.
He starts unbuckling his belt and he hears Stu's obnoxious giggling appear and become louder and louder. "Woah Billy! So soon, bud? We haven't even kissed yet-"
Billy throws a loofah off the sink at Stu's head, and Stu groans. "Oww.." he says, rubbing his head.
"Cry-baby. Turn around."
"Oh.. and bend over-?"
"I will fucking snap your neck sideways. Fine. Look if you want to. I'm done trying to get you to look away. Pervert." Billy grins as he lets the last part escape his lips, and he succeeds in unbuckling his belt.
He tosses it aside, unbuttoning his jeans and unzipping them; Hyper-aware of the fact Stu was practically staring his eyeballs off.
"Stare, much?" Billy says, not looking up from where he was pulling his jeans off.
"You said I could."
"Meh, meh meh." Billy mocks him, grinning before looking up at him. "You can actually close your eyeballs now, however. I don't appreciate you looking at Loomis Jr."
"Awww.. alright Loomis Jr. I'll see you later." Stu turns away from Billy with the biggest grin on his face.
"The hell you will." Billy laughs and disregards his boxers, looking in the mirror at his body for a moment.
He was sore, and aching, though he did still look a bit toned from the self-instructed exercises him and Stu had stormed up to train for their little 'Murder Spree.'
He massages his ribs gently for a second when he hears Stu's dumb but perfect fucking voice again.
"You in?"
"Obviously not did you hear any water?"
"No. But who knows. Maybe you're jesus. You could just be on a walk right about now-"
"I'm not fucking jesus! I'm getting in, I get it." Billy gets in the luke-warm water, sort of happy about the fact it's not so warm as to scald his bruises.
Stu takes the sound of him slipping into the bath as a signal that he can turn around, and so he does.
He kneels next to the bath tub and rolls his sleeves up, giggling some more.
Billy grins at his dumb giggle fit. "What?"
"Nothing. Just, you know, you're letting me take care of you for once instead of ignoring the help you deserve and it's nice."
Billy blushes and his brows furrow yet again. "Shut up." He says, getting flustered at the mushy gushiness.
Stu pats his head and laughs before handing him the loofah from off the floor.
He pours soap on it and then instructs Billy to clean off with it, and so he does.
As Billy bathes, Stu supervises to make sure he doesn't get hurt and to make sure he's alright.
Once he's done, he smiles at Billy. "Alright, do you need help getting out?"
Billy blushes a bit as he realises that he in fact does as it pains him to even move with his dumb stupid ribs. He shrugs and looks away and Stu takes this as a yes.
"You're stubborn. I'm not going to look at Loomis Jr, don't worry. Or maybe I will, I dunno, but-"
"Stop-talking-please." Billy says quickly, squeezing his eyes shut as Stu tries to help him up.
Billy let's out a sharp breath and Stu frowns. "What hurts?"
"My ribs. Fucker kicked me down a flight of stairs." Billy winces as he drapes an arm over his chest to help his ribs feel more secured.
"Do you wanna go to the hospital?"
"No.. no I can't, Stu. He.. He'll kill me I don't have any money.."
"I can pay."
There's silence but Billy shakes his head yet again. "I don't like hospitals."
Stu nods and kisses his forehead, despite the water dripping on it. He smiles softly at him, putting his gummy smile on display.
"You're okay. It's okay." He drops his smile and replaces it with a worried expression. "I'll wrap your chest myself, okay? I got bandages. Plenty of 'em. Nothing they wouldn't do. You're okay."
Billy nods, he doesn't think he fractured them but he knows for a fact that they're bruised as all fuck.
He finally stands up with Stu as his support, and Stu keeps his eyes up to level with Billy's out of respect.
He helps Billy dry off, only looking when he has to. He brings Billy a towel to cover up with while he rummages around his room for some clothes.
He has become accustomed to Billy staying over so often, that Billy has a designated bag of his clothes in his room just for when he comes over or stays for a while.
Stu finds it under a pile of his junk and pulls out some clean clothes for Billy, returning to the bathroom to hand them to him.
"Do you need any help getting dressed?"
Billy shakes his head and gazes over Stu's body, his height blatantly towering over him, and Stu takes the declination as him being honest instead of stubborn.
He nods and lets Billy have some privacy to dress.
Billy walks out, holding onto his ribs under his shirt, rubbing over them with a small groan. He tries to not bring attention to it and be a crybaby but he can't help it, they fuckin' hurt!
Stu notices and guides Billy to sit on the bed. "You look handsome, JD."
"Oh fuck off. Seriously. That's enough of that for today." Billy is honestly flattered but he couldn't focus on anything other than the pain in his ribs at the moment.
Stu grins and lets out a small chuckle as he kisses Billy's forehead, once again.
Billy swallows and tries not to let it get to him as he watches Stu back away.
"I'm going to get some ice for your ribs, okay? Do you wanna come?"
"I do." Billy says, tilting his head a bit and pleading with his eyes.
"Can you walk?"
Billy thinks to himself. It wont be pleasant, at all, however, he doesn't want to be an attention slut. "I-I think so.."
Stu nods and watches as Billy stands up, grimacing at the immediate pain on his face as he takes a step.
"Billy, I think you'd best stay here. Okay? I'll be as quick as I can. Here.." He reaches into his jeans pocket and tosses a small oval towards him. "Play with my tamagotchi while you wait." He giggles and disappears behind the door frame.
"Your what now..? the hell is this.." He whispers to himself and turns the oval over in his hand. "It's all in japanese. The hell. Rich people."
10 minutes later
Billy finds his eyes glued to the small game, making sure the small pet is happy.
He doesn't realise when Stu walks in until he hears the familiar annoying laughter he'd learned to love.
Billy tosses the thing aside, pretending to be unamused. "What was that thing?"
"Some toy from abroad in Japan. My dad got it on a business trip for me. It's pretty fun."
"Oh. Yeah.." Imagine having a dad that cared about you. Billy scoffed a bit.
Stu smiles and decides not to bring up how he'd been watching Billy play with it contentedly for about a minute or two.
He notices the discomfort on Billy's face and he realises he may of upset him a bit, his bringing up his family had often seemed to make him melancholic.
He sits next to Billy on the bed, lifting his shirt up gently and placing the ice-pack over his ribs where he could see a faint bruise dusting over the skin.
He saw Billy wince and draw in a breath away from the ice-pack at the coldness. "You're okay, Billy. Don't worry. This'll numb it a bit as well as help it heal. Just hold it there for about ten minutes, okay?"
Billy nods, when Stu gets an idea to cheer him up. He had noticed the flush over Billy's face when he'd kissed his forehead. He knew exactly how to cheer him up, and he had promised to do it earlier.
"Do you wanna kiss?" Stu asks quietly, making sure Billy was on board as well; He knew Billy could be like a feral cat sometimes, hissing at one moment but pleading to be pet the next.
Billy's eyes widened and he looked at Stu. He didn't know what to say. He felt as though his mouth went dry and he swallowed in a desperate attempt to re-moisture it.
Stu grinned as he knew Billy likely wouldn't answer, too embarrassed and egotistical to admit out loud that he, Billy Loomis, in fact really did want to kiss Stu Macher.
He however saw the pleading look in Billy's eyes. He knew what to do. He rested a hand on Billy's chin, tilting it up and leaning in close to him.
He admired the way Billy's eyes gently closed, his lips closed as well but tilted upwards by default.
He loved this. He was waiting. Billy Loomis was waiting to kiss him. The single-handedly most popular guy amongst girls at school wanted Stu.
He finally connected their lips after a second or two of admiration, closing his eyes as well to enjoy the feeling.
He felt the cut on Billy's lip, and he let his tongue slip out gently to taste it. Billy hissed quietly but allowed him to.
Billy was still holding the ice-pack to his ribs with one hand, but with his free hand it laid at rest upon Stu's left shoulder.
Stu broke apart the kiss to continue kissing at Billy's cheek down to his neck.
Loomis tilted his head sideways, granting access to his so-called 'Murder Boyfriends' tongue. It roamed free along his neck, before Stu closed his mouth to bite at his neck.
Billy groaned and backed away. "Sid will kill me.. Cheating after the murder of your girlfriend's mom isn't a good look.."
"But you're doing it."
Billy stayed silent and just groaned as Stu obliged and kept tongue-fucking his neck back to his mouth.
After a while of messily clashing tongues and teeth and lips they pulled away, a string of both boy's spit connecting them still until it broke apart in the middle; Gravity pulling at it.
Billy panted, and so did Stu. Stu grinned back at Billy, wiping his mouth. Stu wiped Billy's mouth off on his own sleeve, before Billy rest his head upon his chest.
Stu kisses Billy's forehead, holding him tightly against his chest. "No one is going to touch you ever again, Billy. I promise you."