welcome to crvboy - Nate's Wounded Heart

Luke frowned. For the last three weeks, all of them had attempted to stay as calm as they could, yet thoughts of what could happen never left their minds. Michael was still somewhere on the run, and they were still sitting around worrying about all the questions that Dr. Murphy's file had answered, and all the new questions that it had stirred.

"Babe, don't stress over it yourself," Nate added as he pulled a shirt on. He gave a few steps and sat down at the foot of Luke's bed. "I know how it feels, I keep wondering, when will we find him? Or, when will he find us?" Luke looked up and met his gaze. "But if we stay this way we won't be able to keep a straight head in case something happens..." he added as he mussed Luke's hair. "Besides if he gets anywhere near your cute butt I'll kick his ass."

"Shut up, now get going, don't you have class?" Luke asked as Nate rose and took his backpack.

"I'm going. I just hate having a class this late, by the way," he said as he stopped at the door and looked back. "If the twins call, tell them to call me, they're supposed to get their admission results this week."

"Wow, okay I'll tell them to call you," Luke answered. Just as Nate was about to leave, he dashed back to the bed and landed a kiss on Luke's lips. "I'll meet you at the coffee shop when you get out of class so we can have dinner together."

"Okay, I love you," Nate whispered before running out.

"I love you too," he whispered back to the empty room. He took a deep breath and got out of bed, and then walked to his desk. His copy of the file Dr. Murphy had handed them was inside his bottom drawer, under several of his schoolbooks. Holding the file gave him a sense of guilt. He'd agreed with Nate to not look at it and think of ways to find out about all the new questions that they wanted answers for. During his junior year in high school, Michael began having several situations in his school file. Students complained of him threatening them, he was reported to have been involved in a few fights over the year.

The file also showed several complaints filed by Michael's parents about constant harassment towards their son, from several students, including a football player that later accused Michael of sexual assault. Scott Jones and his friends had teased and bullied Michael through out their whole high school time, before Scott accused Michael of raping him at a classmate's party. There was no further information on the accusation, except to note that the accusations were dropped and there were no criminal charges presented against him. Dr. Murphy wrote in his notes that all his attempts to uncover information from the last two years Michael spent in high school, resulted in severe mood changes and hostile responses from Michael. Looking back on his own high school days, Luke was thankful that several of his friends were football players who watched his back. He had to admit that having four jocks constantly harassing him could've seriously fucked with his mind.

To make everything even worse, the file noted that in early February of 2003, Michael had to be rushed to the emergency room. The details of the visit were minimal and the cause of the visit, according to the information the hospital sent Dr. Murphy, was intoxication due to a confusion with Michael's medications. Apparently, he had almost died. Yet, there was no medical condition whatsoever in Michael's medical report to Dr. Murphy that could require any medication. There was no other explanation on how he was treated or any other information on the incident. Dr. Murphy had circled the word medication and placed several question marks around it. Yes, Luke agreed. It was quite easy to question what medications they were, and if they were in fact medications, why weren't they listed?

Luke remembered the few times he had helped his mom arrange patients' papers in her office. All the medical reports he had glimpsed had detailed explanations every time that one of her patients had faced an event that endangered their life. They also included lists of the medications that the patients were on, if there were any. Why was there no explanation on the alleged medication, or the accident? The first possibility he could think of was drugs. Michael's parents seemed to have done a good enough job to keep their son out of jail after concise sexual assault and murder attempt. Covering up for an overdose didn't sound that hard a task for them, but he still thought that there was more to it than what he had seen.

Four football players bullying him for years and a very likely drug abuse made Luke think the vicious, murdering mental image he had made of Michael could have been wrong. He felt guilty, because he thought at some level he was betraying Martin, but he also felt a sudden sympathy towards Michael that he had never thought he would feel. He needed an accomplice, someone who would somehow help him to get Michael's real medical records. That way he could get his mom to tell him what drugs he had been on and help him shed some light on that part. Because his instincts told him, the missing piece had belonged to that part of the story.

He picked up his cell phone and quickly dialed, getting an answer almost immediately. "Hey, what's up?" Martin asked.

"Oh... Can you meet me?" Luke asked.

"Okay, what's with the secretive tone? What happened?" Martin asked hurriedly.

"Nothing happened, it's just... I need to talk to you," he asked.

"Okay, want me to come down there?" Martin asked him.

"Yeah, that would be great," he answered.

He got to class just in time. As he walked in the class, his teacher waved a paper in the air as he looked at him. "Oh crap," he said as he walked to the teacher's desk. He had forgotten that they would be getting their compositions back that day.

"Interesting," his teacher said as he took the papers from him. He walked back up the steps of the class, looking for a secluded spot, having no real friends in the class. When he sat down he saw that he had gotten a B and then he started reading all of the "suggestions" his teacher had written in red marker, all over his composition. "Now I know some of you might be a little concerned about the grades you received in this composition. That is why I have decided to make you all re-write it, according to the suggestions I gave you, that way all of you can earn a higher grade," his teacher said to the whole class and got several groans in response.

"Why in hell did I sign up with this pompous..." Nate was muttering when he felt his cell phone vibrating in his pocket. He looked around trying to see if anyone was looking at him. "Fuck it," he said as he got up and walked out of the class. Once outside, he answered. "Hello?" he asked into the phone.

"Guess what?" Julian asked on the other side of the line.

"Hmmm, I dunno, what?" he answered.

"We both got into Washington U!" Julian almost yelled in the phone.

"Great, Jules! It's gonna be freaking great next semester!" Nate answered into the phone.

"Yeah, well... uhm, I guess..." Julian said.

"Oh shit, what happened?" Nate asked him.

"Well, Tommy didn't get in, in fact he didn't get into Southeast Missouri State either..." Julian started saying.

"Oh shit, where did he get into?" Nate asked.

"Southeastern Louisiana," Julian answered.

"What? How?" Nate asked him.

"Apparently his grades weren't high enough for anything near, and then again he was recommended by his football coach and they offered him a place in the football team," Julian answered.

"Oh shit... I knew his grades were low, but I didn't think they would be as low as for him to end up having to rely on football," Nate confessed.

"Apparently he had already suspected it, but he never said anything because he wanted Dyl to go for the best he could get," Julian went on.

"Yeah well, I bet Dyl doesn't much like that idea," Nate thought aloud.

"You got that right, he's steaming about it and I don't know where he's at right now. He was arguing on the phone with Tommy and it got nasty. By the way, do you know where Martin's at? I can't reach him and I'm kind of worried," Julian asked.

"Have you tried asking Luke?" Nate asked.

"Yeah, both cells are off," Julian said.

"Luke's cell is off?" Nate asked him.

"Uhm...yeah," Julian answered.

"Weird..." Nate said wondering what was up.

"Have you... You know, told him about the therapy?" Julian asked him.

"No, and it's cool, he hasn't seemed suspicious," Nate declared.

"I think you should tell him, it's none of my business but I really think you should," Julian said.

"I know, it's just weird, I don't want him to think I'm not okay," Nate retorted.

"Going to therapy doesn't mean you're not okay, it means you just want to deal with your past," Julian tried to reassure him.

"Yeah, still I don't want him to know... Have you told Martin about it?" Nate asked him.

"No, I've kept your secret as I promised," Julian answered.

"Okay, don't worry about him, I bet they're together now, I just wish I knew why they have their cells turned off," Nate confessed.

"Please tell him to give me a call when you catch him okay?" Julian asked.

"Okay, and tell Dyl and Tommy that I'm sorry, okay?" Nate asked him.

"Fine, I just wish they would calm down, it doesn't look good though," Julian answered.

"Maybe it would be a good idea if you guys came up here tomorrow, you know just to do something with us, it could help with their mood," Nate offered.

"Yeah, I'll see what they think," Julian agreed.

"Okay Jules, love ya," Nate told him.

"Love ya too Natey," he said before hanging up. Nate walked back into class feeling his stomach turning. Luke and Martin were together, with their cell phones off, and Julian's question about his therapy sessions made him think maybe Luke was figuring him out. After three weeks of hidden sessions, he had refused to tell Luke, because he didn't want him to ask about any of the memories he wished the therapy would vanish from his mind.

Waiting in class had been exasperating, now as he rode home adrenaline lead his way. His plan was all set, all he needed to do was dodge his mom and get going. After parking his car outside the house, he went straight to his room and then took a shower. Afterwards, he stood in his bedroom, drying his hair as he stared at himself in the mirror. He had changed a lot in the last two years, his arms were pure muscle, his chest was rock hard and his abs were cut and just as hard as the rest of him, thanks to a combination of self-defense and massage classes. Averting his eyes from the mirror, he saw a picture of him and Michael together before he left for college. Even though he had stayed in high school after Michael had gone on to college, the bond he felt towards his older brother had remained as strong as it had ever been.

He never believed any of the horrible things people said Michael had done, but the events of the past month had made him realize something horrible must've happened to him and that maybe he was just trying not to believe the things they were saying about Mike. The real question was, how much of what they were saying was actually true? As he finished getting his clothes on, he heard his mother had already arrived. He parted his hair with his fingers, leaving long black bangs to the right. It was so long now that it covered his right eye, leaving only one of his piercing, deep blue eyes at sight. After checking himself one last time in the mirror he put the letter he had received from Washington U that morning inside the front pocket of his sweater and ran downstairs. Just as his mom walked in the door, he was stepping into the living room.

"I got a letter this morning," he said.

"Who from?" his mom asked.

"It's from Washington U's admissions department," he answered.

"Oh Billy, did you get in?" she asked showing sudden interest.

"Yes, I did..." he said and then a short, awkward silence passed between them.

"That's wonderful honey," his mom answered before a shy smile drew across her face. "It's a great school and I know how much you wanted to get in," she said as she walked up to him and held him tightly. As he relished in her embrace, his resolution almost left him. For months, she had changed from the high couture seductress that she used to be, to an ill-looking, worried parent. She had stopped wearing her outrageously short skirts and provocative cleavages, now all she would wear was long skirts or loose pants, topped with thick sweaters that covered most of her upper body. "Are you going somewhere?" she asked as she took a step back and looked at his moist hair.

"Yeah, uhm... some friends from school are throwing a party for all of the kids that got admitted at the schools they wanted," he lied.

Her face lit up, probably at the mention of friends, made up friends he had mentioned only to trick her. "Wonderful honey, just... I think we should probably not tell your father about this..." she started saying, but then she didn't know what else to add that hadn't gone through both of their heads.

"I know mom, it's okay," he said, trying to assure her that he wouldn't tell his father that he wanted to go to the same school where his older brother had started showing a pattern of rage and abusive tendencies that lead to his current disappearance.

"Don't be back too late," she called out to him as he walked towards the door.

"I'll be back around midnight, I promise," he reassured her as he turned back his head and gave her a weak smile.

His old Toyota waited for him in the driveway. After Michael had passed the car down to him, he'd got it painted black and got the windows tinted. Inside the car, he took a deep breath and rested his head back against the seat. After a few seconds of silence, he reached to his backpack, Michael's old backpack and took out a small notebook. Inside was all of the information he had managed to gather in the last couple of weeks. Dr. Murphy had been of real help, even though it would probably cost him his job. Now thanks to the computer files he had handed over to Billy, he had managed to put together a few pieces. Billy had to promise sharing any new info he could find, and he did, after he had managed to track down a few people from Michael's class. He started the car and got on his way, his notebook rested open on the passenger seat. Scott Jones' new address stared up at him from the open page.

"Why did you keep this a secret from me since the beginning?" Dylan asked him, keeping his head low.

"Because I knew that you'd try to stay close to me, and I wanted you to take the best chance you could. Not trying to stay with me, but taking the best school for you..." Tommy began.

"But what if I don't want a good school and I just wanna be with you?" Dylan asked tearing up. Tommy got up from the foot of his bed and walked to the chair that Dylan had sat on, wrapping his arms around him.

"Baby I know, but I couldn't let you pick a shitty school or a school far away from here knowing that you could go to a better one, closer," Tommy said into Dylan's hair.

"But I still wanna be with you, I don't wanna leave you baby..." Dylan said before beginning to sob.

"I know, but I couldn't have lived with myself if I had let you pick a school where the two of us could've been together at the price of you missing on a better education..." Tommy said as Dylan pressed his head against Tommy's chest. Leaning down a little, Tommy planted a kiss on the top of Dylan's head before starting to run his fingers over Dylan's hair.

"But you're gonna be so far..." Dylan said in between sobs, as he parted a little from Tommy.

"I know, and I didn't want to, but it was the best deal that coach could find and I was lucky I got it," Tommy said as he reached down to pull Dylan's chin up. The pained look of Dylan's hazel eyes stung much more than he'd ever imagined. He got on his knees and pressed his head into Dylan's chest before starting to cry. Dylan rested his head on Tommy's and they both cried together for a few minutes before their emotions got under control. After sniffling a little, Dylan got up and started walking around the room.

"What's gonna happen with us now?" he asked as he stared out the window, with his back to Tommy.

"I don't know..." Tommy answered as he sat on the chair and stared at Dylan's back. "I don't want to lose you," he added and clasped his hands as Dylan looked back at him.

"Funny thing is, you practically placed an expiration date on our relationship already," Dylan said glowering at him.

"Fuck you!" Tommy yelled back, starling Dylan. "Stupid Tommy couldn't get a better school to go to and now you blame me for wanting you to go to a good school?"

"What? I didn't..." Dylan tried to say, but Tommy cut him off.

"Ever since middle school you've been helping me pass every school year. If it hadn't been for you I would've never gotten this far, I'm not as smart as you, or Julian either. And besides, I've loved you for a few years already, I've never loved someone as much as I love you and you think I want to break us up intentionally? You don't have a clue of how hard this has been for me, but I know that it's the right thing and that's the only reason why I did it," Tommy said before breaking out in sobs again.

"Baby, I'm sorry..." Dylan said as he began to sob too.

"I could barely get into that school and it's not because of how smart I am, they only accepted me so I can play in their football team," Tommy said as he sat at the edge of his bed. "But you, you got into a great school, all thanks to your intelligence, you can't turn this chance down Dylan."

"I knew that eventually we would have to face grown up world and move on to college, but I never thought that we'd have to face it so quickly..." Dylan said, beginning to calm down.

"I know, and I'm sorry I didn't tell you about it earlier. When we were going to send our applications in, I already knew that I'd most likely not stay close to you... I guess I just didn't want to spoil the rest of the year for us," Tommy said as he got up and walked behind Dylan.

"I want to spend as much time with you as I can," Dylan said wiping the tears away from his face.

"I know, and I want that too," Tommy said as he hugged him.

"Can I stay over?" Dylan asked him.

"Of course you can baby," he answered.

"Good, 'cause I want you to make love to me tonight," Dylan said as he hugged him back tight.

"You mean..." he was going to ask.

"Yeah, it's ridiculous how long we've been together, and you still haven't done it to me, now that I know we only have a few months together I want you to do it to me," Dylan said as he looked into his eyes.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"Of course, if I was a girl, I'd trick you into knocking me up, man," Dylan said before laughing.

He laughed a little too before kissing him. "I love you so much baby."

"I love you too," Dylan said in between kisses as he started walking towards the bed. They got on the bed and Dylan started taking his clothes off. Tommy started shedding his as he looked at Dylan lying on his back, right next to him. After he'd stripped of all his clothes, Dylan reached for his cock and started jerking it, causing it to get rock hard after a few seconds. He pushed Dylan onto his back and bent over, putting Dylan's cock in his mouth. "Let me suck yours," Dylan asked him as he reached down and pulled Tommy off his cock.

"Okay," Tommy said as Dylan sat up and started bobbing up and down on his cock. His dick was so hard and he was rushing so fast... "Stop, I'm gonna get you ready," he said as Dylan shyly laid on his back. He got the lube out of his nightstand and spread some on his fingers as well as Dylan's hole. "Relax and remember to keep taking deep breaths," he said and Dylan nodded. First one finger, not much change in Dylan's expression, two fingers, his brow furrowed and his breathing got heavier. Tommy swirled his fingers a little inside Dylan and found his prostate.

"Fuck!" Dylan moaned.

"Not quite, yet," Tommy said with a devilish smile.

"Shut up, smartass... Oh shit!" Dylan moaned as Tommy started rubbing his fingertips against it again and kept the pressure for a good while.

"You think you're ready?" Tommy asked him.

"Oh shut up and fuck me already," Dylan said as he started rocking his hips a little.

"You got it bud," Tommy said as he sat up and reached for a condom from his nightstand. Dylan sat up a little and watched as Tommy struggled, trying to get his dick to bend down enough to roll the condom on.

"Shit, I don't think I've ever seen it that hard..." Dylan pondered aloud.

"Neither have I... I guess, I'm just a little over excited," Tommy said smiling. Dylan moved a little and pulled Tommy's dick down, Tommy got the hint and rolled the condom on his dick, then he poured a small puddle of lube into his hand and rubbed it all over his dick.

"That's a lot of lube," Dylan said before kissing him.

"Don't wanna hurtcha," Tommy said as he pushed him onto his back. Dylan got a little shaky and bit on his lower lip as Tommy got on top of him. "Hey, I swear I'm gonna be as gentle as I can," he said before locking his lips on Dylan's. "Just remember to breath and push out," Tommy said and Dylan nodded. Tommy started kissing him again, while running his fingers on Dylan's cheek. He used his left hand to aim his dick at Dylan's hole and started wiggling its head against it.

"It's so warm..." Dylan said into Tommy's ear.

"Baby I can't wait..." Tommy said before kissing him and then he started to press in. Dylan started pushing out and trying to keep his breathing long and deep as Tommy's dick head started going into his ass. Dylan groaned and Tommy stopped to look into his face, Dylan nodded and he kissed him. As they kissed, Tommy pressed in a little further and felt his dickhead pop in. Dylan moaned and Tommy wrapped his arms around him tightly.

"Stay there just a bit," Dylan asked him.

"Kay," he said as he started kissing Dylan again. After a few seconds, he started to push in a little farther. After more than half of his dick was in Dylan, he started giving slow short thrusts. "Oh god," he moaned into Dylan's mouth.

"Oh fuck, this doesn't feel so bad," Dylan whispered.

"Shit babe, you're so tight," Tommy said as he started going deeper.

"HOLLY SHIT!" Dylan practically yelled.

"SHHHH!" Tommy quickly shushed him, as his dad was downstairs and might hear them.

"Sorry, it's just... Oh yeah, right there!" Dylan moaned.

"Found your prostate!" Tommy said.

"No shit, oh fuck me!" Dylan answered. They kept it up for a while until Tommy noticed Dylan was jerking himself off.

"Wait, I've got an idea," he said and Dylan stopped as Tommy reached for the bottle of lube, then spread lube all over Dylan's dick and started jerking it, while rubbing its head with his thumb and still fucking him all along.

"Oh fuck here I go!" Dylan said and started shooting, hitting his chest and neck. Tommy moaned as he couldn't believe how hard Dylan's ass was gripping his dick and he finally lost it and shot his load into the condom, while still inside of Dylan. "Oh god, I can't believe what I was missing out on," Dylan said as he came down from his orgasm.

"Baby, I..." Tommy said with his voice breaking.

"Don't... Just come up here and hug me," Dylan interrupted him.

"Ok," Tommy answered as he pulled out of him, causing the two of them to twitch a little bit. He took the condom off and threw it to the floor, then he moved next to Dylan and wrapped his arms around him.

"Whatever happens we'll deal with it together and at its time, but for now let's just enjoy our time together, okay?" Dylan asked him.

"Okay, but I am sorry and I do love you with all my heart," Tommy said tearing up and kissing him afterwards.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Nate asked, looking from Martin to Luke.

Luke kept his head down, looking at the table and then Martin spoke up. "Well Dr. Murphy didn't want to at first, but he ended up giving me the guy's address. Apparently someone got it for him."

"Yeah well, this guy doesn't even know who the fuck we are!" Nate said exasperated.

"Please, calm down," Luke gently said, looking around, noticing how quite a few heads turned when Nate's voice rose.

Nate nodded and leaned back on his seat. The coffee shop was half-full and as soon as he'd gotten there, Martin and Luke started telling him of what they had planned while he was still in class. He didn't like any of it, they were right in thinking that it could get them some answers, yet he felt it was too big a risk to take.

"So, are you in?" Martin asked him, while he rubbed his hands.

Luke's gaze met his, while he still kept his head low. "I will go, but this guy doesn't know any of us, so I hope the two of you realize that this might lead to nowhere," he answered and felt even angrier at the sight of the two of them smiling at him.

After asking around for a few minutes, it was easy to spot Scott. Few people came to the bar before 10 p.m. so it didn't take long. The few patrons seemed to recognize the name with a face of disgust. They quickly said that "that weird drunk" would sit at the left, back corner of the bar and cruise the younger kids. Apparently, he had a taste for kids that looked like they were just out of Junior High. Although gay bars were not exactly his thing, Billy had to admit that the crowd seemed okay and a few of the guys there were paying more attention to him than most anyone did at school. He brushed a few bangs away from his eyes and fished his wallet from the back pocket of his tight jeans. After ordering a ginger ale, in a beer mug, and ordering one of what the guy at the far end of the bar had, he approached him and recognized him immediately.

Scott Jones had taken a vow to dress like a high school jock even though he was already in college. He still wore his football jacket and a white t-shirt that had "MILF" written across it in bold black print. He stopped and after taking hold of the beer mug by the handle and the Budweiser bottle by the neck in his left hand, he pulled the hood of his black sweater over his face. It was long enough that it covered his forehead and the shadow of it covered his eyes. "Can I sit here?" he asked before sitting down next to Scott without waiting for a response. Scott's blood shot eyes looked him up and down before zooming in on his face.

"Who are you?" Scott asked him.

"I'm someone that thinks you're hot," he answered.

"Really?" Scott asked him.

"Yup," he answered as he pushed the Budweiser bottle towards him. Before taking the bottle, Scott downed what was left of the beer he had in his right hand, about half a bottle, and placed the empty bottle next to a bunch of at least eight bottles that were next to the wall.

"Are you one of those Emo weirdos?" Scott asked him after taking a sip of the bottle.

"That depends," Billy answered before drinking some of his ginger ale. "If you like weirdos, then I am a weirdo."

Scott smiled, a drunken smile that made Billy realize it wouldn't take him much to get what he wanted. "You really think I'm hot don't you?" Scott asked before giggling drunkenly.

"Very hot," Billy said before nodding and licking his lower lip.

"Feel this," Scott said gesturing towards his bicep as he flexed it.

Billy reached out, wrapped his hand around it, and squeezed through the jacket. "Oh shit, you're so hot," he said and saw Scott's smile widening.

"How are you like under that hoodie?" Scott asked him with lust in his eyes.

Billy lifted his sweater with his left hand and grabbed Scott's hand with his right, pulling it towards his torso. Scott didn't need much coaching, he started running his hand up and down Billy's chest and abs, then squeezing on the hard muscles. "Why don't we move this to your place?" he asked Scott.

"Shit, this is my lucky day," Scott said as he got up, and started staggering out. Scott stopped a few steps away from the bar, just to look back, making sure that Billy was still behind him. "I didn't bring a car, so I guess we'll..." he started saying.

"I can drive us, you just lead the way," Billy said to him.

After a few minutes of driving they arrived at Scott's apartment. His studio apartment used to be a house, that had been turned into 4 small apartments. Scott's was the left one at the back. The one at the front, left part of the building, roared with loud music. After getting in and turning on the lights, it became evident that Scott barely ever cleaned, it looked more like an abandoned place, rather than a home. "Let me clean up a little," Scott said as he started picking up a bunch of old, empty bags of chips and some beer cans that were lying on the floor. He started piling them up on a corner, right in front of a door that Billy assumed lead to the bathroom.

Billy quickly lifted the front of his hoodie and pulled it behind his neck, leaving his back covered, but his torso exposed. Making sure that his hoodie still covered most of his head, and his hair still fell on a side of his face, he reached back and turned off the lights, causing Scott to look back at him. The light that came in through the window next to the entrance door was enough for Scott to see Billy's ripped and muscled body. He was sure that with the lack of light Scott couldn't see his face, and with the little light coming in, the contrast of light and shadow must have been causing his body to look even more appealing. "I can't wait, forget about cleaning," he said and Scott's answer was obvious as he started shedding off his clothes.

"Shit, why don't you take all of that off," Scott slurred as he got near him and then started planting kisses on his chest.

"The hoodie stays on," he said flatly as he started taking his pants off.

"Okay, I guess," Scott answered.

"I don't suck cock and I like to top," he said as he eyed Scott's body. He still looked good, although Billy remembered him to look broader and buffer back in high school. Scott's dick looked close to seven inches and it leaned to the left,

"I can work with that," Scott said as he was trying to kiss him. Billy moved his head away and then grabbed Scott by the back of his head.

"Suck me," he said as he pushed Scott down. Scott obliged and got on his knees, then started sucking on Billy's cock.

"Nice cock," Scott said before resuming his sucking. Billy's seven inch, cut, thick dick was as hard as a rock and pointing up, slightly curved upwards. Scott was holding onto Billy's powerful thighs, rubbing them as he kept on sucking.

"Get a condom and lube and then get on all fours on the bed," he said as he pushed Scott's head away from his dick.

"Okay," Scott said with excitement on his face, if he had been sober, then maybe the harsh tone of Billy's voice might have triggered some alarm in Scott's moral. In his drunken state it must've gotten him hornier, he went to the bathroom and Billy jerked his dick until Scott came back. Scott handed Billy a condom and he quickly tore the wrapper open and started unrolling the condom on his cock. Then he took the bottle away from Scott and poured some lube on his dick, then gave Scott the bottle back. As Scott rubbed lube on his ass, Billy kept jerking and then he pushed Scott towards the bed. "Boy are you horny," Scott said as he got on all fours.

"Let's just say I've been waiting to do this for a long time," Billy said as he got between Scott and rubbed his dick all over Scott's ass crack, then he stopped and pushed his dick, slowly, all the way in.

"Oh, fuck!" Scott growled. Billy paid no attention and he started fucking him with all he had. After several minutes, he wrapped his arms tight around Scott's torso and lifted him off the bed, pulling him against his chest and keeping his dick inside of Scott all along. He fucked Scott while keeping him up in the air like this for a few minutes, while Scott cursed and murmured unintelligible things, before placing him on top of the bed and pushing him down onto his stomach, without pulling his dick out of him at all, and then laid on top of him as he fucked him.

Then, without warning, he felt Scott's ass clenching around his dick and heard Scott moan into the mattress. He pulled out and turned Scott around, noticing Scott's cum covered, pulsing dick. He pulled the condom off, before jerking himself off, and shooting his load all over Scott's stomach and chest. He moved off Scott and sat on the edge of the bed, to Scott's right. "Oh my god, you were... Shit..." Scott started muttering. He knew this was the time, so he stood up and started putting his clothes on. Scott didn't take notice, or didn't care. When he had all his clothes on, he walked back to the entrance door and turned the lights on, making Scott look his way. "Thanks for the fun, I'd love to have a re-match if you'd..." Scott was saying when Billy pulled his hoodie off his face, pulling the front of it down over his torso and then, he pulled the bangs away from his face.

"Hey there Scottie, long time no see, huh?" He said, smiling at the look of terror in Scott's face.

"Scho... Scho... Schozsinsky!" Scott yelled as he started crawling out of bed, shakily and filled with fear.

"Got that right, now would you care to tell me, what did happen at Pete Meyer's party two years ago, between you and my brother?"

"Please don't hurt me!" Scott yelled from the floor, shielding his face away from him with his hands.

"Calm down you sissy, I'm not Michael!" He yelled in anger, as he stepped closer while Scott crawled back and hit the wall with this back.

"Are you sure that this is the address?" Luke asked Martin, as he parked the jeep in front of an old house, right behind a black Toyota with tinted windows.

"Yeah, Dr. Murphy said the house had been turned into 4 studio apartments and that the guy lives at the back, on the left one," Martin answered as he unhooked his seatbelt and got out of the car.

"Don't go in without us," Nate said as he got off the passenger seat and Luke followed him out from the driver's seat. Loud rap music came from the front left apartment and the lights were on at the right one, the music was so loud that it made them practically scream so they could listen to each other.

"Have you thought of how to approach this guy?" Luke asked as he started walking next to Nate, behind Martin.

"I thought about telling him what happened to me and asking him if he could share any info on Michael," Martin said shrugging his shoulders as he got to the door.

"Yeah, right," Nate said arching his eyebrows and avoiding making any eye contact with either one of them.

"If you were gonna be such a prick about this, then you should've just stayed home," Luke said exasperated.

"If you two weren't trying to put yourselves at risk like you are doing then I would have!" Nate yelled in response.

"Shut up!" Martin yelled and gestured for them to stay silent, then pointed at the door.

"Please leave me alone...." Someone whimpered from inside.

"You're gonna tell me a few more things and then I'll leave you alone, Scottie," another voice said from inside.

"Please, not anymore!" The first voice begged.

"Move away!" Nate yelled from behind Martin and he just had time to do so, before Nate threw a hard kick with his right leg, busting the door open. He went in with Luke and Martin tailing him and they all stopped at the middle of the room and stared at... Michael, with longer hair, wearing a black hoodie. Martin backed against the wall, next to the door. Nate clenched his fists and Luke stayed a few steps behind him, as he walked slowly up to Michael. "Get away from him Michael," he said pointing at him with his right index finger. Michael gave a few steps towards Nate and glared at him. Nate looked back at the open door and then at Martin. "Martin block the door!" He yelled, but Martin didn't move, he was staring at Michael, terrified. "Luke block the door!" He yelled, then Michael leapt at him, throwing a punch at his stomach.

"Get away from him!" Luke yelled as he threw a punch and landed it on Michael's chest, making him back away from Nate, only to leer back at Luke and throw a kick at him. Luke tried to dodge it, but Michael managed to make him trip with it and made him fall on his back.

"Over here," Nate said from Michael's left and threw an uppercut at his face, getting him right below the chin and throwing him back onto the bed.

"Please, please make him go!" Scott begged, crying from a corner behind the bed.

"Calm down you fucking idiots! I'm not Michael," Billy said from the bed, rubbing his chin. The voice wasn't the same, it sounded raspier and now that he looked carefully, he was shorter.

"What do you mean?" Luke asked as he put an arm around Martin.

"I'm his younger brother, Bill," Billy said as he sat up and eyed the three of them.

"I already told you what you wanted, now please leave me alone!" Scott cried from behind the bed. Nate walked up to him, stopping only to look back at Billy, making sure that he hadn't left the bed.

"Did he hurt you?" Nate asked as he reached and pulled Scott's face up, Scott shook his head.

"No, but I don't wanna talk about that... I don't want him here..." he said, sniffling and covering his dick with his hands.

Nate glared at Billy and looked around the room, stopping to take notice of a condom lying on the floor, used. "What did you do to him?" Nate asked, feeling his face flushing.

"We had some fun, then I asked him some stuff I needed to know," Billy replied giving Nate a wicked smile.

"Scott, right?" Nate asked, looking back at Scott. Scott flinched and shyly met Nate's gaze. Scott's eyes were red, filled with tears. His face still had fresh trails of tears, going down from his eyes to his cheeks and his drunken state was evident, thanks to his breath. "Let's get you cleaned up and dressed, okay?" Nate asked him. Scott nodded and started to get up, trying to cover his crotch with his hands. Nate took off his jacket and placed it in front of Scott. Scott grabbed a hold of it and kept it in front of himself as he walked towards the bathroom, with Nate in toll. "Keep an eye on him, don't let him go, not yet," Nate said and Luke nodded.

Once inside the bathroom, Scott started splashing water on his face. "Did he, hurt you, in any way?" Nate asked him.

"No," Scott answered.

"Did he make you... Do anything?" Nate asked.

"No, he was... great..." Scott admitted, before looking back, slowly and shyly. "He just made me talk about stuff I don't like to remember..." He added before taking a towel from a hook on the wall and covering his body with it.

"We know his brother," Nate said and Scott flinched.

"They both went to my school," Scott said, leaning against the sink.

"So I hear," Nate said, trying to encourage him, and see how much he was willing to say.

"I never really had anything against them, but my friends... They loved making fun of Michael... Sometimes they got out of line, but most of the times it would be okay I guess," Scott said, then he took a few steps and sat on the toilet, forgetting about his nakedness as he dumped the towel next to the sink. "They were cruel sometimes, and I didn't stop them, I guess that's what I am guilty for... But that night, they went too far..."

"You mean, the night of the party?" Nate asked, and regretted it, as he saw the shock in Scott's head, yet Scott nodded as Nate picked up his jacket from the floor.

"Yeah... I was afraid of Michael... Actually I was afraid of the feelings he caused in me," Scott said, above a whisper. "I knew what my friends thought of fa... gay people. I was terrified that they'd find out about me, and that night, Michael was there at the party. He and Billy were both there," Scott said before covering his face with his hands. Nate nodded, Billy's identity had just been confirmed.

"You don't have to tell me anything you don't want, but Michael hurt one of my friends, and we could use whatever you can tell us about him," Nate said as he placed his hand on Scott's shoulder.

Scott nodded, shakily and spoke while keeping his head low. "I was already drunk by the time I saw him. Something changed in him that year, he was always shy, nerdy, I guess. But that year, he seemed, more handsome.... More confident, I think. I'd seen Billy before I saw him there, but Billy always was more social than him. Steve and Pete weren't anywhere I could see them, they were probably fucking some cheerleader already and Donny hadn't gone..." Scott told, as if Nate knew the people he was talking about. "I guess that as Steve wasn't around I felt more at ease... I had always secretly liked Michael... you know, even when we'd be teasing him, I always thought he was hot..." Nate's hand left Scott's shoulder when he said that. "I came up to him and he seemed to get defensive all of a sudden. I started trying to get him to calm down, and after a while he started to chill out.

"Then I asked him to go upstairs with me, we were going to check some show on TV he had mentioned and we made our way upstairs. He seemed so happy, it was almost like he had been granted a wish or something. Then after checking the doors to the rooms upstairs, the only room that was free was Pete's younger brother's. We got in and turned on the TV. He started channel surfing and we couldn't find the show, I don't even remember which show it was supposed to be. While he was sitting there on the bed, I looked at him from his right and he looked so sexy... I leaned in and kissed him. he was terrified at first, but I told him it was okay and kept it up. After a while he just followed my lead. Soon we were naked and I was going down on him... After he came I coached him into blowing me.

"Then I got a condom out of my wallet, we all carried one in there, but this was the first time I actually used one. I asked him to fuck me," Scott stopped and covered his head with his hands, while his now hard dick pointed up. Nate nodded, even though the story was actually going quite differently from what he thought "He said I was kidding him, but I wasn't. I wanted him to, so I asked again, and this time he realized I was asking him for real. He got the condom on and I laid in bed, then he started doing it to me... Slow at first, he even stopped and said he wouldn't do it, he thought he was hurting me... But I asked him to do it, told him I wanted it too badly... He did fuck me, it was great... He was so... Tender... I even came right after he shot his load while still inside of me. But then, it all went to hell..." Scott said as he started softly crying.

"What do you mean Scott?" Nate asked him.

"Pete got there, he was looking for me, and we forgot to lock the door. Steve was with him and they fucking lost it. They said that 'The freak' had raped me... And I was too much of a sissy to speak up... I thought they would kill me, stop being my friends, I don't know..." Scott said in between sobs.

"So you just let them say that he had raped you and played along?" Nate asked in disbelief.

"I was too scared..." Scott cried.

"So they told everyone and you went along with everything they said?" Nate asked him.

"Yeah... I know I shouldn't have, now I know it... They weren't really my friends... I tried to tell them that it hadn't been rape but they threatened with kicking my ass if I ever said anything like that again... They said I was drunk and Michael wasn't so he had taken advantage of me... It was almost like they were on a mission or something... Then before the school year was over, they abandoned, me after I agreed to drop the charges... It was like I didn't exist to them anymore..." Scott said.

"Some friends you had," Nate said, bitterly.

"They tried to attack him once, but this time he fought back, they jumped him one day after school. He took the lid from one of the garbage cans near the dinning hall and slammed it against Donny's face... Steve wanted to kill him, so I held him back and Michael warned us to stay the fuck away from him..." Scott said.

"Did you ever see him using drugs?" Nate asked, Scott looked up at him, confused. "Michael, I mean," he elaborated.

"No, never, Michael hated drugs, that night he kept telling me I should stop drinking... He was cool about it, but he thought drinking and drugs were stupid," Scott said as he wiped the tears off his face. "Why?"

"Never mind," Nate answered. "You should follow his advice," he added. "Drinking isn't the way to fix things, you can't change the past, but you can do better, work for a better future."

"I don't think I could repay what I did..." Scott said looking down.

"Maybe not, but you can show that you are a better person now, that you've grown and have learned from your mistakes," Nate assured him.

Scott gave him a sad smile, before sighing. "Would you make sure that he leaves?" He asked, looking towards the door.

"Yeah, just promise me that you'll lay off the booze," Nate asked him.

"I guess I can try," Scott answered.

"Are you going to be okay?" Nate asked him.

"Probably, I just want to clean up and go to bed," Scott answered.

"Take care, and give some thought to that drinking thing would ya?" Nate asked.

"Okay," Scott said as he got up and went in the shower.

As Nate walked out of the bathroom, he realized Luke had been right, not only were there missing pieces to the story, but the new ones they had just found weren't fitting with the ones they thought they already had. Luke was standing in the middle of the room, staring at Billy. Billy was staring at the ceiling with a cocky smile on his face, his long bangs fell over his right eye. Martin was a few steps behind Luke, with his arms crossed across his chest and pacing around. "Are you okay?" Martin asked as he spotted him.

"Yeah," he answered.

"Is Scott okay?" Luke asked him.

He was about to answer when Billy cut in. "He seemed more than okay while I was fucking him," he said with a broader smile and arching his eyebrows.

Nate closed the distance between them and grabbed him by the front of his sweater. "He says you didn't make him do anything, but you fucking terrorized him and I would sure love to kick your ass, so don't fucking taunt me Billy."

"Nate..." Luke was going to say as he stepped closer.

"You could try, and I would beat the living shit out of you," Billy said glaring at him. "Maybe blondie here could try to help, but still I would manage to get away from the two of you and that sissy over there would just cower away and let me get out of here," he said, glaring first at Luke and then at Martin.

Martin was about to curse at him when Nate spoke up. "Whatever you say pretty boy, but you're not getting out of here until you share some info."

"I'm not telling you anything about my brother," Billy said looking away from him.

"Scott already told me what we were here to find out, but you're going to share some other stuff," Nate said letting go off him. "Who knows, we might even get to help each other out," he added and Billy looked back at him wide eyed. Luke and Martin both stared at Nate in disbelief.