Some Kind of Wonderful

AUTHORS: Salustra and Pet

RATING: NC-17 Eventually, NC-17 this chapter

PAIRING:  Liam/William Human AU

SUMMARY: An answer to GhostForge's Anniversary Challenge #6, which starts: It takes place is present day California...William; and his new Stepbrother Liam..

ACKNOWLEDGEMENT: Thank you to Ghostforge for the wonderfully inspirational challenges.  This one has had us giggling and happy the whole time we've been doing it, and we're nowhere near finished. Also, we have subtly included the names of some of our favorite writers and fans in here-the names are tribute, pay no attention to the characters they are attached to.

DISTRIBUTION: Various lists and Wierd Romance RP- BtVS/Ats RP http://groups.yahoo.com/group/WierdRomance , and on our website, http://www.geocities.com/pet_salustra/FateDestinyAlwaysForever.html .  Anyplace else is fine, just let us know where it is going.

SPOILERS: None.  This is completely human AU.  We will admit to certain parallels with the many John Hughes teen angst masterpieces, however.

WARNINGS: The Challenge of this fic wasn't to see how many daily activities we could render sexually charged, but we did our best anyway.

DISCLAIMER: We don't own any of these characters; they belong to Joss and ME.  We really wish we could borrow Spike and Angel for a little while though.

FEEDBACK: Yes please.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~    

~Part: 1~

As Liam came down the stairs, his father hollered up, "Is *that* what you're wearing?  You know that Anne and her son William are coming over today for the first time.  You want to make a good impression, don't you?"

Liam snorts. "No, Da I would've liked to be asked what I thought first, but you didn't seem to consider that option.  So jeans and a t- shirt it is. Take it or leave it.  Besides, wait until you see Kat-- she looks like a Chinatown whore."

Devlin sighs.  "My son the jock.  Well, I suppose I can't expect any better of ye.  As for your sister, I'll tank ye not to use such foul language about her.  She's a woman and to be treated with respect, sister or no."  Devlin's face is stern as he looks at Liam.

Liam rolls his eyes but nods. "Yes, Da anything you say Da. So when are the two crashers arriving?"

"They're goin' ta be *family*, Liam, so you'd better start getting used to the idea.  Any minute now.  Ah, Kathy, my darlin', ye look lovely."

Kathy comes down the stairs dressed in a soft flowing print dress, makeup and hair done impeccably.  She stops to stick out her tongue at Liam, and goes over to hug her father.  "Thanks, Da, wanted to look nice for your new lady and her son.  Unlike *some* people," she says, glancing at Liam.

Liam sticks his tongue out as well and then pushes through them, heading towards the kitchen. "I'll have you know my t-shirt costs more than your entire outfit, you trailer-trash reject." Liam turns and looks at his father. "And Da...I'll deal with this but I don't have to like it. They will never be my family. I barely like the one I have and I will only have one Mother and she is dead." And with that he turns to get a soda.

Devlin shakes his head and sighs.  Just then the doorbell rings.  "Oh, that must be them."  Devlin goes over to answer the door.  A distinguished-looking woman with delicate features stands there, and half-hidden behind her is a young man, dressed in spotless crisp black dress shirt and chinos.

"Anne!"  Devlin gushes, "Come in, and you too, William!"  They both walk in and Anne stops to give Devlin a warm kiss, and then William shakes hands with Devlin, who pulls him into a hug.  "This is my daughter Kathy," he says.

Anne walks over and puts out her hand.  "I've heard so much about you," she says.

Kathy follows her father's lead and pulls Anne into a soft, tentative hug, and does the same with a slightly blushing William shortly after.  He mumbles out something unintelligible and moves back to stand by his mother.

"Liam!  Come on out!  Company is here!" Devlin shouts.

Liam sighs and walks out, soda in hand. "Coming Da. You know me-- so excited and ever faithful." Liam walks up to Anne and nods. "Hello Ma'am nice to meet you. Da has said so much about you, it's like I know you myself." Then he turns to William and he says nothing for a minute, just looking at him from head to toe.  Then he says casually, "And you must be William. You look like a Willie though. Yeah, I like that, Willie." He sneers.

Anna reaches out to shakes Liam's hand.  "It's good to meet you both.  Your father has told me so much about you."

William colors but his eyes narrow and he clears his throat, speaking in a soft upper-class English accent like his mother's.  "*Nobody* calls me Willie," he says quietly but resolutely.  "You can call me Will for short if you wish, but I don't answer to Willie."

Liam shakes Anne's hand, then releases it quickly.  He turns back to William, unfazed. "Ya, Will-- that will work, I guess. William is sort of nerdy, and if you want to get anywhere nerdy is not the place to be. Thank god Da just went with Liam."

"Nice name," William mumbles.  "And I *am* a nerd. Can't help it."

Devlin coughs.  "Well, shall we all sit down?  We've got dinner reservations but that's for a little later, so we've got some time to talk."

Anne and William and Kathy all smile and settle down.

Liam plops down into a plush chair in the living room and spreads his legs outward, running a hand through his hair. Fingering the neck to his soda bottle, he is looking already past bored.

There is a short moment of uncomfortable silence, before Kathy speaks up.  "So, Anne, you sell antiques?"

Anne nods. "Yes, yes, I do-- for a very long time now. Edward and I-- we ran a business together-well we did before he died, god bless his soul. It's been just me and William for a very long time now." Anne affectionately runs her fingers through her son's slightly curly light brown hair.

William blushes as his mother makes her affectionate gesture.  *Oh, great, mother, please make me look like even more of a mama's boy in front of the big burly jock.*  He wishes he could quite literally drop through the couch right now.

Kathy continues, ever the gracious hostess.  "So that's how you and Da met, isn't it?  You were furnishing a place he was renovating?"

Anne smiles sweetly at Devlin. "Yes, your father was such the gentlemen-- and so handsome. I just couldn't ignore him. And he seemed intent on not being ignored."

Liam mutters, "And look what we got out of it, whoopee."

Devlin looks over sharply at Liam and scowls...the kind of scowl that portends bad consequences later.   Then he looks back at Anne and grins.  "Wasn't going to let such a fine lookin' lass get past me, even if she was English!"  He laughs.

Liam mouths a mock laugh, but goes back to looking at his soda bottle.  When his cell rings, he gets it out of his pocket and answers it. "Liam speaking, your dime. Oh, hey baby. Oh, I can't-- here with Da and his fiance and son. Have to do that family thing. I can't, Liz. Well, have Gunn take you to the movie. He doesn't stare at your rack-- I would break his nose. Ok, ok make him pay-- tell him if he doesn't I'll beat the shit out of him. Yes, yes I like you too, no not saying love...cause it's juvenile. All right bye." Liam hangs up and mutters. "Jesus, needy little bit..." He cuts off and smiles, coughing. "Sorry, sorry."

Kathy rolls her eyes.  "*Honestly*, Liam, you could've shut it off like I did mine.  That is *soooo* rude."

Liam gives Kathy the finger. "I don't think so-- it could be coach needing me for practice. State's in a few weeks and he likes to spring surprise practices to gear us up. I'm not the quarterback on looks alone. Which is more than I can say for you.  How's that Barbie collection coming?  Got enough to officially be considered a lesbian yet?"

Devlin calls out in his strictest, harshest voice, "Liam!"

Liam silences immediately and he mutters apologies, "Sorry Kat, sorry Da, sorry Anne, sorry Will."

His father nods, Kathy just crosses her arms and mutters, "Hmpf!", Anne smiles indulgently, and William stares, still astonished at the language this young man uses and his arrogant attitude.  He's never really encountered it up close before, and didn't expect it from the son of such a warm friendly man as Devlin.

Liam looks away from the adults and his eyes zero on William. He just looks at him, his chocolate orbs not releasing any emotion as he taps his cell phone. The room grows quiet again until Anne speaks up. "So, Liam, you play football?"

Liam turns away from looking at Will to nod to Anne. "Yeah, I'm the quarterback. Best in five counties-- we keep winning divisionals `cause of my good arm. Not that I'm bragging or anything."

Anne smiles. "That's wonderful Liam." She turns to Devlin. "You have a very talented son then it seems. My William is more an educated boy then an athelete. But I love his thirst for knowledge."

Devlin smiles, puffing out his chest a bit.  "Yeah, I'm right proud of Liam's athletic ability.  But William's no slouch either...National Merit Scholar, offers from all the major universities, in the top 20 of his class so far...all reasons to be proud."

William flinches.  *Oh, please, can we go on some more about how geeky William is in front of the jock?*  He looks up to see Liam's brown eyes fixed on his and blushes and looks down at the floor.

Anne squeezes William's cheeks. "Yes, he is my smart boy, and a looker too. I do not understand how the girls don't knock down the door. His blue eyes-- god love his father-- was the best thing he acquired. And you should see how very adorable he is when he wears his glasses."

Liam chuckles. "Glasses...can't wait to see that. And I don't understand how the girls don't knock down the door either Ma'am, those eyes are killers. Maybe it's the chinos. If I get time maybe I can help him, you know, shop like a human-type person."

Anne smiles. "Would you?  That would be grand. Hear that William? Liam will help you blend in. You want to blend in, don't you, my sweet baby boy?"

Liam grins and looks at William. "Yeah, don't you, baby boy?"

William's eyes glare death at Liam, but he replies quietly, "Yeah, sure, that would be great."  *Oh, Mother, this is the reason why the nice quiet boys always turn out to be serial killers.  Embarrassed once too often in public.*

Kat turns around and laughs at Liam.  "Yeah, right, you'd have him in jeans and T-shirts and stuff."

"It's better than chinos and dress pants. He's how old-fifteen?  He shouldn't be corporate flunkie already. Give him a chance to get laid at least," Liam replies.

"I'm seventeen, thank you!"  William shoots out almost angrily.

Liam holds up his hands. "Sorry, sorry, eighteen here, my mistake-- you just look so *innocent*.  How am I to tell?"

Anne smiles and pats William's knee. "He is my sweet cute baby. He always looks younger than he is. Ever youthful."

Liam snorts. "Oh yeah, he's nummy all right-- if only I was a girl, snatch him right up, Ma'am."

William jumps up, unable to take any more embarrassment at this moment.  "Mr. O'Donnell, where is the restroom?"

Devlin looks up at William.  "Down that hallway and to the left."

"Thank you."  William rushes off and into the bathroom, rolling up his sleeves and splashing cool water on his face.  "Brilliant," he mutters to himself in the mirror.  "Just absolutely the *most* embarrassing that could have been without the actual production of naked baby pictures.  Why did he have to be a jock, and so fucking good-looking and smug?"  He shifts into a fake deep voice, "Oh yeah he's nummy all right if only I was a girl snatch him right up Ma'am."  He goes back to his normal voice.  "Wanker."  He huffs and puffs a bit, pulling himself together, then flushes the toilet and comes back out, determined to survive whatever further humiliation this day would heap on him.

When he returns Anne has a array of naked baby pictures laid out on the coffee table and Kat is oohing and awwing while Liam has a few in his hands and he is chuckling, his face red. He sees William and smiles broadly, showing him a picture. "Your naked bum in the bathtub- - how cute is that? Adorable, I say."

Devlin looks over at William's stricken face.  "Don't worry, I'm hauling out their naked baby pictures after we get back from dinner."

Kathy looks around.  "Da!"

"It's only fair now, sweet girl.  You all have to have your chance to get embarrassed."  Devlin says with a firm but gentle voice.

William coughs and then goes back over to sit by his mother, but manages a smirk.  "Looking forward to seeing *your* baby pictures, Liam."

Liam without missing a beat says, "I'm as cute then as I am now...not ashamed of being naked then or now. So you'll see. Mother took her share, and I hammed for her. She would smile and make me pose it was fun...I miss that. " Liam fingers the edges of the pictures and then sets them back on the pile. "She's the reason why I started drawing. She loved the arts."

Anne grins wide. "You draw, Liam?"

Liam seems to realize what he said and he coughs and swallows. "Uhmmm, no, not really I mean...yeah....I mean I suck...it's nothing special."

Anne claps and looks at Devlin. "Devlin he draws?"

Devlin beams.  "He does indeed.  Liam, you'll have to show William your sketchbook later."

William smiles in relief.  Finally, something to twit the perfect jock with.  "Yeah, your girlfriend like your drawing skills?"  He asks.

Liam glares at his father then turns to William, saying carefully, "Yeah, she poses for me...but you know, those might be too sensitive for your eyes. But I'll show you sometime sure."

William sighs.  *Well, no good, he's almost impossible to embarrass, the brutish lout.*  "Sure, anytime.  I mean, we're going to be spending a lot of time around each other, eh?"

Liam clucks his tongue off the roof of his mouth and leans back, his legs spreading wider. "Yeah lots of time, can't wait, real excited."

Anne looks at her watch. "Devlin, it is about time to leave if we want to be on time, darling."

Devlin looks down at his own watch.  "You're right.  Let's go everyone.  We're taking the Escalade, so everyone pile on in."

Kat calls out, "I call window seat!"

Liam sighs, stands, grabs his leather jacket, and slips it on. He runs a hand through his hair and opens the door. "After you Ma'am."

Anne smiles and puts on her jacket with help from Devlin and walks out the door. "Thank you, young man-- such a gentleman."

Liam bows. "Live to serve."

Kathy goes out and William lags behind.  "Gentleman my arse," he mutters as he walks by Liam.

Liam smirks, smacks William's ass, and walks past him. "Not as tight as yours, mind, but I'm sure you're a good kid too."

William lets out a little gasp of surprise as Liam smacks his ass but just seethes as he walks briskly to the SUV.  He is, much to his horror, stuck sitting between Liam and Kathy in the back seat as the third row seat is not set up.  He sighs, resigns himself to the inevitable, and settles in.  He forces himself to make a comment.  "So where are we going, Mr. O'Donnell?"

"To Forno's of Italy," he says.  "Little Italian restaurant.  Good food though.  You like Italian?"

"I love Italian," William says.

Liam mutters while cleaning his fingernails with a safety pin, "Good, `cause if not you could survive off salad. Already look like a vegetarian-you're like a stick."

William turns to Liam with a disgusted sigh.  "I've *got* muscles. Not big hulking freak muscles like yours, but muscles.  I swim and work out."  *I have had just about enough of Liam's shite for one day.*

Liam looks at William, his eyes cold, but his voice the same neutral tone. "I don't have freak muscles.  They're natural and I worked hard for them, thank you. And hurrah for swimming, do you wear little goggles as well?"

Anne answers for him, smiling back at the kids. "No, he is a very good swimmer but he wears the cutest little swim trunks...all manly like a model."

Liam covers his mouth to hide the chuckle.

Kat is chuckling, "Big hulking freak muscles!  I love it.  I've been saying for years that he's on steroids or something!"

William looks over at her and smiles.  *At least someone is on my side.  I'll have to get to know her.  She's probably got all sorts of secrets on the Incredible Hulk here.*

Liam leans forward and pokes Kat's leg with the safety pin. "Shut up, adoption girl."

"Da!  Liam poked me with a safety pin!"  Kathy calls out.

Devlin sighs.  "Could you possibly be making a worse impression today, Liam?  You're grounded for a week.  No telephone, no tv, no computer.  Hand over the cell phone."

Liam sits up, indignant. "But Da, I need the cell just in case of coach. I didn't hurt her, she is a over-actor."

"And if coach calls I'll give you the phone.  You'll be at home so he can reach you there, because you're *grounded*. You know the rules."

William tries, unsuccessfully, to hide a grin at Liam's predicament.

Liam mutters eight to ten Gaelic curses and places the phone in his father's hand. "There, but if I'm getting grounded from everything I might as well make it worth it." Liam reaches behind William and smacks Kathy in the back of the head. "Idgit."

"Liam?  You wanting to add another week, boy?"  Devlin says angrily.

Liam moves his hand away from Kathy and pulling it back it, brushes the back of William's neck. Then he crosses his hands over his chest. "No, Da of course not Da."

William shivers unaccountably at Liam's touch.  *What the hell is wrong with me?*  he thinks.

"Ah, here we are," Devlin says.  "Everybody out!"

Liam opens the door and gets out.  Holding it open, he looks at William. "Coming, tiny?"

William scoots over and steps out.  "I...am...not...tiny.  You are just freakishly huge."

Devlin hands the keys to the valet parker and comes around to open Anne's door, offering her his hand.  "This way, my darlin' lovely lady," he says.

Liam steps closer and bends down to William's ear and whispers, "What?  Do I intimidate you, Willie?"

Anne takes Devlin's hand and gets out of the car. "Thank you, kind Sir."

"No, hulk-monster, you just irritate me.  And it's Will, not Willie."  He squares his shoulders and stares directly at Liam, refusing to back down.

Liam smirks and moves back. "Well, Will, you have some balls.  You'll be a guy yet. Let's go. I don't need grounded more." And he walks off to go inside.

William sighs heavily and follows.  He has never *ever* met anyone yet who could get under his skin like Liam.  He was at a complete loss to explain it.

The whole group walks in and are effusively greeted by a tall dark Italian man.  "Mr. O'Donnell, and your lovely lady, and all the lovely children.  Such a privilege.  Come this way.  I will seat you immediamente."  He guides them to a prime table and a waiter quickly comes over and takes drink orders and hands out the menus.

William sighs.  He pulls out his tiny wire-rimmed glasses and puts them on to read the menu.  *Oh, what wonderful wit will football-boy subject me to now?* he wonders.

Liam looks over at William after selecting his dish and he says nothing. He just looks at William with an unreadable expression. After a minute of the expression he turns back to the table and picks up the water, taking huge gulps.

Anne smiles softly.  "Oh, my precious William. He looks ever so darling with his glasses."

Liam chokes on a sip of water and taps his chest.

William looks over, mildly surprised.  "Are you all right, Liam?"  He asks, with a feigned air of concern.

Kathy watches this whole exchange with interest.  She knows that look.  It's usually reserved for some girl Liam is checking out but doesn't want his girlfriend to *know* he is checking out.  She has *no* idea why he would look at William that way.

Liam raises a hand but doesn't look at William. "I'm fine, fine-- just went down the wrong pipe."

"Well that's a relief lad-- you looked a bit in distress." Anne says.

"No, no distress, distress free honest," Liam spits out quickly. "All normal, normal as apple pie."

"Well, normal for *you* anyway," Kathy says.

William is a little puzzled by Liam's odd behavior.  *Maybe he's just afraid of further grounding if he makes fun of me in public,*  he thinks.  He has picked his selection and puts the glasses away.

Liam sees out of the corner of his eyes the glasses being put away and he visibly relaxes and leans back in his chair. He hopes he never has to see them on William again...*ever*.

They make it through dinner with a minimum of unpleasantness.  Devlin and William have spoken together many times before and William draws him out easily in conversation, and his mother joins in, and soon everyone is talking normally.  They finish dinner and load back into the Escalade.

"Oh, joy!" says Kathy.  "Home to naked baby picture time."

William smiles and shrugs.  He likes his effusive and sharp-witted new stepsister-to-be.  He's not so sure about Liam, though.  The two of them?  In the same house?  He shudders a little at the thought.

Liam chuckles. "Don't worry Sis...I'm sure Da wouldn't show the one of you naked humping the dog."

Anne makes a awww sound.

"Pervert!" Kathy says, sticking her tongue out at Liam.  "You're just upset 'cause now you're not gonna get to see your girlfriend for a week."

Liam groans and shuts his eyes. "Don't remind me.  Can't even get phone time, which totally ruins my fantasy portion of fun time with Mr. Hand."

William looks over at Liam.  "But you have your...drawings, don't you?"  he says sarcastically.  "Or don't you have enough imagination?"

Kathy giggles loudly.

Devlin steadfastly pretends to ignore this conversation.

Liam opens his eyes and looks at William. "I have a great imagination I'm also very bendy and strong. I just prefer the real thing to paper. Smell and feel big in my real world. But I guess you don't get that considering you must be real familiar with playboy magazines."

"Classical art suffices, thank you.  *I* have an imagination." William replies, his voice frosty.

Liam glances up and down William and snorts, then looks out the window and says no more.

They arrive back at the house and proceed through an hour or so of looking at naked baby pictures.  William tries to spare Kathy as much humiliation as he can.  Liam, true to his word, is not embarrassed. *Damn him anyway,* thinks William.

Liam tosses his water bottle back and forth in his hands as his naked ass pictures get tossed around. "All right Da-- think we can spare Kat now before she has a seizure?"

Devlin sighs.  "I suppose so.  It's getting late now anyway and it's a school night."  He moves over and kisses Anne.  "So you two are moving in this weekend, yes?"

Anne smiles brightly and nods. "Yes, practically packed and done. I am so excited and happy, my love."

"Oh, my darlin' lass, looking forward to it myself.  Got a room ready for William right next to Liam's.  And you redecorate this house as you see fit, o'course.  You *are* the professional."

Kathy claps her hands gleefully.  "Yay!  Goodbye to the hunting lodge look!"

William rolls his eyes.  *Room next to Liam.  Of course.  So I get to listen to him jack off and yack with his girlfriend.  Bloody great!*

Liam grits his teeth but says nothing. Wonderful.  He gets nerd boy and his too-nice-for-words momma. And he gets to be grounded for the first two weeks of it...just fantastic.

Anne kisses Devlin again, then hugs Kathy, then Liam, and grabs William's hand. "We'll see you this weekend...thanks for dinner and everything.  We can't wait to be a family, can we William?"

William replies quietly without intonation, "Can't wait."

Anne grins and tugs William's hand and they leave.

Liam turns and goes to head upstairs.

That weekend comes all too soon.  The movers bring everything in and efficiently put everything in the rooms it all belongs in.  William is soon in his new room, unpacking boxes and slowly putting everything away.

Liam walks to the door.  He is eating a sandwich and he watches.

William looks up.  "Enjoying the view, are we?"  he asks.

Liam swallows and talks a bit breathily. "Oh yeah, it's thrilling. I can barely contain my straight tendencies. Shut up, English. I was wanting to gather ammo on how much of a sheltered life you lead. You know-- step-brother goodies for later use."

William sighs.  "You know, you manage to be more annoying in five minutes than most people manage in an entire day."

Liam nods and walks inside, looking through boxes. "Yeah it's a god- given talent I like not to waste, you know. Being a bastard, I mean-- I was given it for a reason might as well employ it. Plus, I'm right handsome and damn good in bed...which automatically gives me license to be better than you."

"Well, I'll have to take your word about the 'good in bed' part.  But in no way are you better than me aside from your overdeveloped muscles.  I am *vastly* more intelligent than you."

Liam walks next to William and takes the book away that he is holding and opens it. "You know what, tired of that shit. You look at me and what think Neanderthal? Get a grip and listen." Liam starts to read the same chapter in several different languages with great ease. French, Spanish, Italian and so on. Then he tosses the book to the bed and grabs William's arm lightly and start to walk out of his room to his own. He opens the door and reveals a large room filled with bookcases containing a large array of books. Liam crosses his hands over his chest. "Am I still stupid now, English?"

William curls a lip. "Well, apparently not.  But I'm *still* smarter."

Liam hums. "Probably, but don't worry lots of work out stuff in the training bungalow out back so I still get to look like a gorilla for ya. Wouldn't want to ruin your image of me. Well, don't let me keep you...go hence forth and unpack tiny Will." Liam walks up to William and leans over to whispers in his ear. "And we got a pool, too, so you can wear your tiny male model swim trunks...oooh the possibilities."

William shivers as Liam whispers in his ear.  *Why?  Why do I react to him like that?*  he thinks.  "Yeah, feel free to watch.  I swim every morning at 6am sharp."

Liam chuckles and pulls back. "You know what? May join you one morning see how good I can beat your tight little uptight ass in laps."

William's eyes glow a little as he walks back to his room. Unaccountably, Liam follows him.  "Yeah, right.  All that muscle may help on the football field but it will slow you down in the pool.  I swim competitively, Liam, I should know."  He starts pulling out trophies and ribbons and setting them in a glass-fronted case.

Liam nods and sits on the bed and lays back. "Wonderful.  You got pretty medals-- Mommy should be very proud."

"No, actually, she's not.  She disapproves of it.  It takes time away from my studies.  She's convinced I'd be valedictorian if only I'd give up swimming."  William turns away so that Liam can't see the mixture of anger and frustration in his face.

Liam is silent for a bit, then says, "Yeah, well, I get the opposite reaction from Da. He thinks I should stick to football more and do less reading and artwork. But I won't give it up. It's something Mother loved and I won't ever stop just `cause he doesn't have the patience for it."

"Well apparently we're both stubborn.  That much in common at least," William says with a grudging respect.

Liam sits up and runs a hand through his short spiky locks. "Stubborn is a small word for me. Power driven and a bit egotistical are better. I don't mask, I want things my way or the highway. And as soon as I'm graduated with a nice shiny scholarship for football to ride on, I'm going places and doing things. Fuck this town and this city and the people in it. All they do is hold me back."

William's eyes shine.  "Yes, I can't wait for college either.  I'm going as far away from here as I can.  Maybe if Mother isn't cooing over me and running her hands through my hair and showing my nude baby pictures everywhere I *might* get to have a social life.  I do get girls interested, occasionally, Liam.  Nice girls, pretty girls. But the minute they meet Mother, they run the other way."  He shakes his head.  "I love her but it's just been us for entirely too long."

Liam nods, stands, but doesn't say anything.  He walks to the door, turns back, and says the only real nice thing he has said since he met William. "I never said you were ugly, Will. You're very-what's a good word that's  not too dorky or gay?" Liam looks into William's eyes and it flares something inside him and he replies honestly and with ease, "You're very beautiful." And then he walks back to his room a tiny click can be heard as the door shuts.

William stands, flabbergasted.  *How the bloody hell...what the bloody hell...what did he mean by that?*  His cheeks blaze scarlet as he stands in confusion, a strange warmth infusing him as he thinks on Liam's words.

Anne, after unpacking a few hours later, goes up and knocks on William's door. "Honey, it's Mother.  May I come in?"

"Yes, Mother," William says as he puts away things.

Anne walks in. "Are you settled, baby boy?"

"Almost, Mother.  Just a few more things to put in place.  How about you?" William says.

Anne smiles and sits on the bed. "All done-- it was rather easy. Devlin had many dressers and a lot of closet space for me. I think I will be rather spoiled here. Not used to that. Only a week until the ceremony then Devlin and I go on our honeymoon. Will you be fine on your own? I'm worried about leaving you."

William nods.  "I'm almost grown, Mother.  And thanks to you I can cook and everything.  I'll be fine."  Then he groans suddenly.

Anne reaches out and grabs William's hand instantly. "What's the matter William-- tell Mommy."

William shakes his head.  "Nothing.  I just realized I'm going to be stuck in this house alone with Liam for a month.  I assume Kathy's going to go elsewhere?"

Anne nods and rubs William's hand. "Yes, my baby boy, she will be going to her grandmother's. Devlin won't leave her alone with Liam-- he says they may murder each other. Would you prefer not being here as well, maybe coming along? I don't want you uncomfortable."

"No, no. Mother, you need to get away.  I don't *hate* Liam or anything, he just annoys me intensely.  It'll probably be good for us, force us to learn to get along.  Besides, it's senior year.  I can't afford to miss a month of school.  Bad enough coming into a new school this late in the game, having to fit in.  I need to do well so I can do well at college.  I'll manage, Mother.  You enjoy yourself."  William pats her hand reassuringly.

Anne stands and hugs William to her. "Don't worry, my little one. Everything will work out. Liam is of very strong mind. And he just needs time. He has had to adjust to life without a mother he adored. You lost your father before you even knew him-that's why it's so much easier to accept Devlin. Just give him some time." Anne pulls back and strokes William's face. "And you may find the two of you grow closer than you even dreamed." Anne kisses William's cheek. "I love you William."

William kisses her cheek as well.  "I love you, Mother."

Anne smiles and pats William's cheek, leaving him alone.

~Part: 2~

It's a week later, the ceremony is over, and Anne and Devlin are preparing to leave.  Devlin looks over at Liam and William.  "Now, you two...no kiling each other, no parties, no drinking.  Are ye straight on that?  I've left both of ye cash for the necessities. The bills will be paid automatically by the bank, so no problems there.  I've left ye all the information for emergencies...but there'd better not be any emergencies short of loss of blood or hospital visits, are ye with me?"

Liam salutes. "Yes Da, of course Da, got it Da." Then Liam hugs his father awkwardly and pats his back, then pulls back. "Have fun Da, you earned it.  I promise I'll be as good as you meant me to be."

Anne smiles and walks up to William and hugs him, slipping something in his pocket and whispering in his ear, "A credit card for my baby just in case he needs anything the rich boy refuses to supply. I love you-- be good for me."

William hugs her back.  "I will."  He walks over to Devlin and hugs him as well.  "Take good care of my Mother, please, Mr. O'Donnell."

Devlin hugs back.  "I will.  And ye can call me Da if you please, or Devlin if that's more comfortable.  You're family now."

William nods.  "Yes...Devlin.  Thank you so much."

Anne walks up to Liam and strokes his cheek. "Be good for your father, Liam. And you and William become great friends. Keep my baby safe."

Liam nods and smiles. "Like a solider, Ma'am-- like a soldier."

"Good, ok then," Anne says and turns to Devlin. "Ready darling?"

Devlin smiles and takes her hand, kissing it.  "Ready, Anne my lovely lass."  They head out to the waiting limo, their luggage already loaded.

William stands at the door and waves as the limo pulls away.  "Ok, so when are you breaking your Da's rules?  Are you gonna wait for the flight to leave, even?"

Liam laughs and takes out cell phone dialing until someone picks up on the other line, and he starts to speak. "Hey, baby.  Yeah, they're gone. Come see me...Big ol' house, me and you...Oh yeah, thought you would squeal ..see you soon-- wear something that's easy to take off." Liam hangs up and starts to walk up the stairs to shower, saying innocently behind him, "Whatever gave you that idea Will? I'm as good as gold. Do me a favor-- she only lives five minutes away. Let her in when she comes, could ya, and tell her to go to my room? You'll find her rather...well you'll see."

William rolls his eyes.  "Sure, no problem.  I just *love* the idea of letting in your girlfriend," he says sarcastically.

Liam turns and grins. "As long as that all you do with her." Then he turns and disappears down the hall.

William mutters under his breath.  "Berk.  Wanker.  Tosspot.  Serve him right if I did something else."

A short while later the doorbell rings.  A blonde-haired, blue-eyed, large-chested girl stands at the doorstep.  "Ooo, hel-lo!"  She says.  "You must be the stepbrother.  Hi!  I'm Liz."  She twirls a lock of hair around one finger and extends the other to shake his.

He kisses the profferd hand.  "Yes, I'm William," he says.

"Ooooo, what a *yummy* English accent.  You must just have the girls lined up."  Liz says, not giving him time to answer.  "So where's Liam?"

William supresses a sigh.  "In his room.  He said to tell you to come on up."

" 'Kay," she says vapidly.  "See ya later."  And she heads up the stairs.

William settles into a chair with a book.  He reads a moment, then gets up to put classical music on at a *loud* volume.  He doesn't want to hear so much as a moan out of those two.

A few hours later the doors can be heard opening from upstairs and Liam, glistening with sweat, shirtless, with just a pair of low riding pajama pants, comes downstairs, a big grin on his face. "Reading, I swear, Will...god I need to get you laid."

William looks up.  "Indeed?  Have anyone in mind?"

Liz comes down the stairs.  "Ya know, Liam, he *is* awfully cute.  I mean, those eyes and those cheekbones and theat yummy accent.  If we could get him into some decent clothes and maybe change that hair I could set him up with one of my friends.  Tammy, maybe."

Liam nods stiffly and looks at Liz. "Cute huh? How cute?"

Liz rolls her eyes.  "Cute.  *Very* cute.  You're handsome, Liam. You know, all manly and muscle-y and everything.  William's cute. Tammy likes cute."

"Tammy's also into guys who like other guys and finding ways to be the middle to their sandwich find one less...I don't know creepy maybe."

Liz sighs.  "Gawwwwwwd you are so picky.  I thought you wanted to get him laid.  Ok, how about Janet?"

William perks up a bit. "Oh, so you're considering girls who will find me attractive and are  *easy*?  I'm already in love with you, Liz."

Liam sighs and speaks to Liz as if she is two. "Baby, you just picked another member of the sandwich fanclub and she's like the President. Do you have something to tell me?"

Liz giggles.  "Nooooo.  Ok, I'll work on it.  But get him fixed up. You can't like have a geek as a stepbrother.  You have a reputation to protect."

William looks offended.  "Hey!  I thought you said I was cute!"

Liz looks over.  "But in a geeky looking way.  Ok, the clothes and hair *so* need to go."  She looks back at Liam.  "Will you take care of it or do I need to bring the girls over and do a makeover on him?"

Liam raises his hands. "Don't bring over the clariol squad-- I got him, ok. Now scoot with you. I need to eat, shower and sleep. And you don't make me want to do any of those things when you're here."

Liz fluffs her hair.  " 'Kay.  We've got a whole month.  Wow, must be nice to have parents gone that long.  Mine *never* leave."  She looks over at William.  "Bye, Will."  She heads out the door, shutting it behind her.

Liam falls to the couch on his stomach and groans into the cushions. "Thank fucking god."

William chuckles.  "Problems?"  Then he sees something on Liam's back and gets up to look at it.  It is a tattoo--an elaborate gryphon with an L clutched in its talons.  "You have a *tattoo*?  Does your Da know about this?"

Liam turns his head and nods. "Yeah, and he was right pissed-- lectured me about hell and such for a week. I didn't go anywhere for two months and I had to go to church everyday. It was a drunk team spirit thing. But it turned out rather good. I'm sort of fond of it now."

"Wow.  It's...it's beautiful.  Did you draw it?"  William asks, entranced.

Liam nods again. "Yeah I did...before I got drunk, mind, too. Took it from the book of Kells. Irish thing. But our team Mascot is a Gryphon so hey, irony and it's many faces. But thanks...not many have seen it except my buds, Liz, Da, Kat and now you."

"That's...that's just the sexiest thing I've ever seen.  Liz must love it."  William blurts out before he realizes how that must sound, and blushes scarlet.

Liam rolls over onto his back and grins. "Sexy, huh? Like tattoos or is there something you want to tell me, little Will? And she doesn't touch it or anything-- she doesn't care about it actually. Another part of me she wants more."

William snorts.  "Yeah, I can imagine.  So, you're planning to make me over tomorrow?"  He says, completely avoiding the subject of the oh-so-sexy tattoo that even now he was picturing in his head.

Liam nods and stands, sweat dropping in rivulets suddenly from laying down and getting back up again. "Yeah gotta do something about you. I can't take you anywhere with me looking like you do." Liam reaches out and threads his fingers in William's hair and tilts his head slightly from side to side. "Yeah, hair's first thing to change. Tell me, what do you think about platinum?"

"Sure," William grins.  He manages to supress the shiver that accompanies Liam's touch.  It's really a pretty intimate thing, the way he was touching and looking at him, but William had no idea why it affected him this way.   "It'll drive Mum nuts.  You really think I'd look good as a blonde?"

Liam hums to the affirmative and looks at him intently. "Yeah, but keeping the length. It's good, curls are nice. But blonde will make your crystal blue eyes stand out more and your cheekbones. Those puppies will get you lots of whistles if we can get them prominent."

"I'm all for it," William says.  "Especially if it will get me laid. I've got a whole month without Mother to maybe craft a social life for my senior year.  I know you're only doing it for your reputation and all....but thanks."

Liam pats William's cheek-- his thumb brushes over his cheekbone and Liam freezes, looking into William's eyes. Then he comes back to himself and he steps back, wiping his sweaty palms on his p.j. pants, nodding. "Well, good. Tomorrow we go shopping. I need a drink." Liam turns and heads walking briskly into the kitchen to grab a beer.

William sighs.  He is a little flushed himself.  *What the bloody hell is going *on*?  He was just talking about my hair, for goodness sake, and my eyes, and my ...cheekbones...and oh my goodness he brushed a thumb over my cheekbones and...no.  I'm imagining things. It was all probably perfectly innocent.  Fuck, I *so* need to get laid.*

Liam walks out tosses a beer to William and he sits on the couch not looking at him again. "Drink up, be wild, tomorrow we change you after we swim and then we get you laid. And you're welcome, and I'm doing this to help you too. I'm not a complete bastard, Will."

William pops the beer and sits down, sipping from it, grimacing a bit at the taste.  Mother let him drink alcohol but it was usually wine of after-dinner liquers.  "Well, thanks again.  This whole having a step-brother thing is turning out to be a lot more interesting than I thought."

Liam just nods and takes a big gulp and thinks *yeah, interesting...that's a word for it all right.*

They two of them proceed to drink a lot of beers and watch some Australian rules football on the big screen television until they both pass out on the couch.

William wakes up to find Liam's arm rather firmly wrapped around him.  He tries to budge it to no avail.  "Liam," he calls out softly.  "Wake up."

Liam grumbles and moans a bit and nuzzles his nose into the back of William's neck mumbling, "Go back to sleep baby, I got you."

William tries again, a little louder.  "Liam.  It's *William*, not Liz.  *Please* wake up."

Liam pulls William back against him.  His crotch rubs against William's back and he breathes softly. "Will...blue eyes...tiny...Will."

William is horrified when his own cock reacts to Liam's erect member rubbing against him.  He squirms hard now, in the process rubbing even more against Liam.  "Liam!  Let me up!"

Liam jumps now and falls off the couch, hitting his head off the floor. "OWW FUCK ME...CHRIST.."

William leaps to his feet.  "Sorry about that, Liam.  But you...you evidently thought I was someone else.  I needed to get up.  Sorry." His face blazes red and he runs to the bathroom.

Liam holds his head and leans back against the couch and whispers softly, "Did I now? Owww, fuck me.."

William is in the bathroom and he takes down his chinos.  He is hard as stone, more than just the usual morning erection.  He sighs and curls his fingers around his member, slowly stroking, getting faster, trying to concentrate of Titian beauties, but the memory of a tattoo and an contact keep intruding.  Finally he cums, muffling his cry of pleasure at orgasm, and cleans himself.  He comes out and heads upstairs.  "Gonna get my suit," he calls back, not looking at Liam.  "Meet you at the pool if you're still coming."

Liam waves weakly and stands, wobbly, and goes upstairs to change himself. He changes into a pair of short shorts type swimming trunks that fit snugly.  He goes out and into the pool and spots William already there.  He touches the bump on the back of his head and nods to him. "You're a bit of a hazard to sleep by. Next time just nudge me, all right. I got a egg back there."

William is swimming smoothly and expertly through the water in tiny, tiny little speedos.  He gasps out between strokes.  "Tried.  You. Gripped.  Me. Harder."

Liam tilts his head. "*Gripped you harder*?"

William doesn't pause but keeps swimming.  "Yes.  Called. Me. Baby."

Liam hums but says no more. He stretches his arms above his head and then dives in. He waits for William to reach his end again. And once he does he starts to swim with him.

William easily outpaces him.  *It's comforting to be able to be clearly better than him in at least *one* thing,* he thinks.  *Wanker is fucking perfect.  Godlike physique, football hero, stacked girlfriend, *and* smart.  Hardly seems fair.*  He moves smoothly and quickly through the water.

Liam tries to keep up, tries to beat William actually, but he can't. So he just keeps stride until he has to stop, then he just dives under and comes back up to shake the water from his hair and float.

William notes Liam's stopping with a certain amount of satisfaction. He does a few more laps to finish his morning workout and he stops next to Liam.  He floats, stretching his limbs to slowly cool down from the workout.  "Not bad, really.  With all that bulk I expected you to drop out a lot sooner."

"Ha, ha little one.....you and my bulk I swear." Liam says, then chuckles.

William laughs.  "Not making fun this time, I promise.  Bulky muscles take up too much oxygen and tire you out quicker for an endurance thing like swimming.  They're great for quick bursts of speed and strength like you need in football.  Different sports, that's all--- assuming you concede swimming is a sport."

"It's a sport to me-that's good enough-- takes good fitness and ability. But I probably lasted because I wanted to last. I have this thing about me. I want something I have something period."

William raises an eyebrow.  "Always?  Never been stopped from getting what you wanted?"

Liam looks at William. "Never been denied yet. Not anything I really set my mind to. Something I wanted really badly, I've gotten." Liam smirks, then he swims towards the edge and climbs out, water cascading down his body. He grabs a towel and starts to dry his hair.

William notices the water cascading off Liam's muscular body and his breath catches momentarily.  *Oh, no. *So* not going there,* he thinks, and turns around so he can't see him, stroking to the opposite end to get out and start drying off.

Liam turns to William and notices what he is wearing for the first time and he wheezes.

William keeps drying off, blissfully unaware of Liam's watching him or his reaction.  He bends over to towel off his legs, his back turned to Liam.

Liam whimpers  now at the sight of William's tight backside, and he turns around fast, only to hit his head off the towel rack and he screams. "Owww fuck me..shit!!"

William whips around, and looks concerned.  "You okay, Liam?"

Liam closes his eyes and nods. "Fine, fine...just lost my balance. So go get dressed.  You got a hair appointment in ten minutes."

William nods. "You're in charge." He heads inside and quickly changes, coming back downstairs.

Liam comes out the bathroom, hair spiked, and he pulls on his jacket. "Ok, lets go." He picks up a small pair of keys and heads out. He opens the garage and he unlocks the door to the red Viper and gets in, unlocking the passenger door.

William opens the door and slides in.  "Nice car.  Trying to compensate for something?"

Liam revs the car up and gives William such a look that says 'I don't compensate for shit boy.' Then he pulls out, closes the garage, and speeds down the street towards Frankie's.

They arrive at Frankie's, parts miraculously intact, and go inside. The attendant at the desk looks up.  "Ohhhhh, Liam, so good to see you.  Have you brought in another victim for Jorge?"  He looks over at William.  "Sooo cute.  Jorge will adore him.  Go right back, he's waiting."

Liam walks back and sees Jorge and he waves weakly and prepares himself. The things he tolerated for good hair and now for William's hair.

Jorge looks over.  "Oh, Liam, handsomer than ever.  And is *this* the emergency case you called in about?  Oh so adorable but dreadfully in need of some attention.  What do you want me to do with him?"  He goes over and starts fingering through William's hair clearly fascinated.  William is stock still, frozen in shock.

Liam smacks Jorge's hand away, strangely not liking him touching William. "Don't scare him, it's real simple no cutting, but dye his hair platinum. Ok, got it?"

Jorge draws his hand back.  "Meee-yow.  *Someone* is awfully possessive.  It's ok, Jorge understands.  He will be an enchanting blonde.  C'mon, little pretty one, let's make you gorgeous."  He points over to the chair and William tamely sits down, looking gratefully at Liam.

Liam smiles at William but looks at Jorge and growls a bit under his breath, "Jorge, you drama queen, please just dye his hair and quit acting like it's Dallas and everybody wants everybody. And I'm not possessive. I was just asked to take care of him and you're...well face it, you're scary."

Jorge pouts.  "I am not.  Take that back or no more hair care for you."

Liam walks over, closes his eyes, and he quickly kisses Jorge's cheek, then pulls back and looks apologetic. "I'm very sorry, Jorge, please continue."

Jorge sighs and smiles.  "Apology accepted."  He gets to work on William's hair and when he is finished he unveils the finished product.  "OH!" cries out Jorge.  "It's like Cinderella, I swear. I've created a god.  Now, Liam, you simply *must* get this boy some proper clothes.  Then you can take him anywhere."

William just stares in the mirror at his transformed self.  It's amazing, the difference a change in color makes.

Liam just walks up to the mirror and looks at William that way, stating dumbly, "Uh huh...yeah...blue eyes...cheekbones...all better now.....thank you Jorge...very good...yep  perfect, just perfect."

Jorge clasps his hands together and practically coos.  "So glad I could help.  Be sure to bring him back for regular touch-ups, now. Can't have any nasty roots showing...that's *so* trailer-trash."

Liam snaps out of it yet again, coughs, and he turns to Jorge. "Yeah, no problem...it's last season as Liz says anyway, yeah Liz my *girlfriend*." Liam taps William's arm. "Thank Jorge and let's go clothes shopping."

William looks over, still half in a daze.  "Thank you, Jorge.  I...I don't know what to say.  It's wonderful."

Jorge touches him on the arm.  "Knock 'em dead, gorgeous."

Liam helps William up.  They walk and pay, then walk out of the building. Liam gets William in the car and looks at him. "You ok? It wasn't too dramatic a change, was it? Do you want to change it?  `Cause we're still here."

William shakes his head.  "It's dramatic, all right.  I like it.  I look like a different person.  You really think it looks good?" He looks over at Liam for reassurance.

Liam makes sure not to let too much emotion show on his face but he nods and smiles. "I think it's a fucking awesome first step, yes. You look good."

William sighs happily.  "Ok.  Time to get me out of these chinos then.  Lead on, Professor Higgens."

Liam chuckles and he starts up the car and goes into the business district no more than five minutes away. "Rodeo Drive...welcome to fashion on tap." Liam pulls into the parking lot of a trendy, pricy- looking clothing boutique.  He gets out, valets his car, and then waits for William. "Come on, little one. Let's spend some cold hard cash."

William's eyes bug out.  "Ahhhhh...Liam.  This is *way* more expensive than Mother's credit card will cover."

Liam whips out a credit card from his pocket and turns it in a semi circle back and forth. "Don't spend your Mom's money, we spend my Dad's instead-let's go."

William takes a shaky breath and follows him into the store.  "Ooooookay, if you think it's all right."  He is *completely* out of his depths here now, and he knows it.

"I know so...trust me." Liam walks into the boutique and two well- dressed,  beautiful, clearly-been-to-the-plastic-surgeon-five-or-six- times ladies walk up to him instantly and kiss him on the cheeks.  He smiles and greets them. "Ciao Ladies."

The ladies smile back.  "Ciao, Signor Liam.  What can we do for you today?  It's such a pleasure to see you back so soon."

Liam points to William. "I want you to see what you can do with him. If you want my opinion I'm thinking lots of linens, silks, and leathers...his form is tiny and compact."

The ladies look over at William.  "Ohhhhh!  What an adorable young man.   Are you wanting an outfit or an entire wardrobe?"

Liam sits in an arm chair and gestures around. "Go to town...give him the pretty woman treatment. Da owes me I've had the same wardrobe all year with the exception of my recent trip here. Doll him up."

And the ladies drag a very bewildered and overwhelmed William over and start trying him in a dizzying array of outfits.  With each one they look over to Liam for approval or disapproval.  In no time at all he is outfitted with a full wardrobe.  They pick a soft and comfortable silk suit for him to wear out, with a linen shirt underneath.  William is speechless with shock throughout most of the proceedings.  As they walk out with the sacks upon sacks of clothing, he looks over at Liam.  "Did...did that just happen?  Or am I in some kind of odd trance?  'Cause *that* was completely unreal."

Liam opens the trunk, drops the bags, then grabs the ones from William and throws those in as well.  He nods as he closes the trunk. "Yes, two beautiful Italian women just fawned over you for hours and dressed you for success. Now home we go.  I'm drained and I want a beer." Liam unlocks the car and gets in.

William gets into the car, still numb with shock.  He looks down at the incredibly expensive suit he is in and he definitely feels like Eliza Doolittle.  Or Julia Roberts' character in Pretty Woman, if you wanted to be more contemporary.  He sits in silence for a while, and then turns to Liam.  "I... I'm in complete awe of what you did for me today.  Thank you."

Liam shrugs. "No big, Will. I just flipped the bill and bossed people around-- not much work, actually. As long as you're happy."

"Happy isn't the word.  Ecstatic isn't the word.  I'm not sure there *is* a word for how I'm feeling right now.  Reborn, perhaps." William stares into the little mirror on the sunshade and barely recognizes the person he sees in it.

"Well good. Cause frankly, you look perfect...complete. Phoenix from the ashes. You're more beautiful then before if possible. Liz may dump me when she sees you again and it would a fair loss." Liam starts up the car and heads out and back towards home.

William looks over at Liam for a long time, deeply moved by his words, and completely unsure of what to do with them.  He files them away for later.  It's too much on top of this incredible day, and he literally cannot process another thought right now.  "Liz likes handsome, remember?  But I'm betting I'm good enough to keep up your reputation now."

Liam chuckles. "You're just fine, Will. We're a pair for sure now." Liam stops, rethinks that, then rethinks rethinking it. And he just coughs, turns on the music, and stays silent that rest of the way back. He pulls into the garage,  opens the trunk, and starts pulling out bags.

William gets out and starts helping him.  "So, any plans for tonight?  It's back to school tomorrow."

Liam shakes his head. "No.  Beer, t.v. , sleep-- that order."

"Right.  Not inviting Liz over then?"  William asks as they carry the bags in.

Liam shakes his head, opening the door one-handed, and answers this carefully. "No, not in the mood. Just want to chill."

"Cool.  Ok.  Just let me go change out of this then and I'll be right down."  William heads upstairs.

William nods and as soon as he is out of sight, Liam jumps up and down, smacking his forehead over and over. "Get a grip, get a grip, get a grip...you're acting gayer than Jorge...ok, jacket off...beer...just two guys chilling, watching t.v., who cares if he looks like sex on a fucking stick...damn me and radical change loving. Yes William, you look good William...I want to eat you William and I'M FUCKING STRAIGHT WILLIAM!!" Liam covers his mouth and throws off his jacket, rushing to the kitchen, grabbing two beers, rushing back out, flipping on the t.v., and sitting down, acting nonchalant, relaxing on the couch, legs spread, then he closes them, then that looks odd and he spreads them again.

William comes back down in some of the more casual clothing that the ladies had put together for him...some oh-so-carefully distressed jeans that hugged every curve, and a form-molding black T-shirt.  He sits down next to Liam, unconsciously imitating his pose and spreading his legs, grabbing a beer and popping it open.  He looks over at Liam with his blue eyes.  "So, what's it to be then?"

Liam spits out some beer and coughs. "What do you mean? Nothing, nothing to be...t.v., just t.v...t.v good, t.v. safe." *Liam chugs back the beer and then smiles weakly, holding out the remote.

William raises an eyebrow.  "I *meant* what are we going to watch on the telly, but if you're offering the remote, great."  He takes the offered remote and flips through until he stops on a channel with two naked women doing some interesting things to each other.  "Ahoy matey!  Didn't know you had a porn channel."

Liam swallows hard and unbuttons the top two buttons of his dress shirt. "Yeah you know Mr.Hand...well Mr.Hand likes this channel...24 hour channel of goodness...women on women utopia...and is it hot in here suddenly very hot...?"

"No, seems fine to me."  William says, oblivious.  "Wow.  Didn't know you could *do* that.  Very impressive.  And acrobatic."  His jeans suddenly start to become very constricting and he shifts uncomfortably.  "Yeah, actually, you may be right.  Seems a little warm in here."

Liam nods and turns back to the t.v , keeping his whimper at bay.  He opens his shirt a bit more and he swigs back his beer, ignoring the throb that was already in his pants before the finding of the porn channel and just lets his eyes zone out...maybe he'll pass out from the extremeness of it all.

The two women disappear off the screen and two men walk into the room and start talking.  Soon, they are disrobing.  William swallows.  "Uhhhh.... I thought you said this was women on women utopia."

Liam whimpers now and whispers. "Apparently it got changed to a gender friendly porn utopia channel now."

William says, wheezing, "We should really turn it over to something else."  But he sits there, frozen, as the men are getting closer and closer to naked.

Liam nods but he can't move, his muscles just strictly forbid it. "Yeah, really, really should change the channel...bad, bad and wrong...oh god he just sunk the fuck right innnnnn...."

William nods a little.  "His...anatomy...certainly is impressively sized.  I mean...how does it even fit in there?  Lube or not?"

Liam finally is able to look away from the t.v. to look at William and wheeze out. "Do I look like a fucking expert? Do I scream...ass expert...lover of the yummy ass? Genie of the ass lamp?"

William coughs.  "Of course not.  It was just a rhetorical question. I wasn't really expecting an answer...oh my dear lord that is just unreal.  With his fist.  Ohhhhhhh we *so* need to change the channel."

Liam turns back fast and stares at the screen. He grabs the remote and watches half in awe and half in horror, saying ever so calmly, "He keeps tightening around a fucking fist Will...things go out of there not in, but that's definitely going in and apparently it wants more...oh fucking christ his arm is disappearing...take the remote away from me take it away, take it away now and change this channel."

William is finally able to move and change the channel.  "Oh, look. Baseball.  Nice and safe, baseball."  His voice is hollow and unreal.  He is hard as a stone after watching those things on the porn channel.  Hard as a stone.  If Liam hadn't begged him to change the channel, he'd probably stilll be watching.  He wanted to sneak a peek at Liam and see how he reacted, but he didn't dare.

Liam looks at the bat and nods very slowly. "Baseball..yeah..long, stiff bats...that look like arms.....good show." Liam grabs his suit jacket and covers his lap. He tips back the rest of his beer, leans his head back, and closes his eyes.

"Ooook.  So not baseball."  William flips some more.  "Golf.  How about golf?"

Liam says hollowly. "Long steel, stick-like...reminds me of a arm...keep trying...better yet stay away form sports...maybe find a good gentle cartoon."

William flips some more.  "Look.  Yogi Bear.  Nice and safe."  He watches as Yogi pulls the smaller bear into a hug.

Liam opens his eyes a bit and he grabs the remote, shuts the t.v. off, and says bitterly, " T.V. is the tool of the devil.  We should meditate in the nice quiet stillness."

"Yeah.  Sorry.  No meditating.  How about..." William looks around, "cards?  We can put on some music and play cards."

Liam sits up and snaps. "Perfect...I'm going to change.  Set it up and grab me a beer if you could. Cards are good, cards are safe." Liam stands, rushes upstairs, changes into loose jeans and a white tank, then comes back down.

William sees Liam coming back down dressed like that and his pants get tighter.  Damn this was going to be a long night.  He turns on classical music and sits down at the table across from Liam.  "Ok, what do you want to play?"  He reaches for his bear, chugging it down and popping open another.

"You pick....brain fizzled."

"Ok.  I'll teach you one called Spite and Malice.  Good two-person game.  Nice and long, plenty of action."  They proceed to play cards for hours, getting steadily drunker.

Spikespet41: *Liam laughs and throws his cards down* "Beat that,,Willy." *Then he chuckles louder and falls out of his chair climbs back into it slowly and he peeks his chocolate orbs over the table and he whispers childlike* "I win?"

William throws down his cards.  "You win.  I think it's time to go to bed.  I better help you up the stairs."  He walks over, only marginally steadier on his feet than Liam, and helps pull him up.

Liam laughs and leans against William. "Tis funny, lad...I'm bigger and you're going to help me up the stairs to *my* room. What about this is terribly wrong, Will?"

"You're a lot drunker than me.  And besides, I may be small, but I'm wiry."  And William giggles drunkenly.  They make it up the stairs and stumble down to Liam's room.  William opens the door and helps Liam to the bed.   In the process, he collapses onto the bed with Liam.  He lies there, panting.

Liam smiles and points to William. "You're panting in my bed. Last person to do that was a girl. I know I have a argument for that somewhere. Where did I put it?" Liam starts to pull up his shirt, doesn't find what he's looking for, then starts to unbutton his pants.

William looks over.  "Hey, HEY!  No unbuttoning the pants while I'm on the bed.  I'm just too bloody tired and drunk to get up right now.  Gimme a moment."

Liam raises a brow and pouts. "But Willie-- my argument. I need it. It's like my super armor, keeps bad thoughts away...bad, bad...very bad." *He yawns and he rolls onto his stomach and reaches back to search his pockets.  He comes up empty and sighs. "No argument there either."

William tries a few times to get up and finds that his drunk and fatigued muscles simply will not cooperate.  "Liam...gonna sleep here, okay?  I can't move real good right now."

Liam waves his hand weakly, yawns hard and nods, unconsciously moving towards William's body.  "Okie, stay here. No big.  Just guys. chill.. chill.. chilingggg.." And Liam passes out, a hand resting gently on William's stomach.

William soon follows, slipping quietly into unconsciousness.  When he wakes up, it is to find himself firmly spooned against Liam, a muscular arm holding tight around his midsection, a leg thrown over his legs pinning those tight, and a hard morning erection pressing against his ass.  He nudges Liam a little.  "Liam," he whispers loudly.

Liam mumbles and rocks his hips.  Kissing the back of William's neck, he mumbles, "Shh, baby boy, I got you-- go back to sleep."

William lies there for a moment, still half-drunk from all the alcohol they consumed last night, and it is really tempting to do. But he needs to use the bathroom, so he nudges a little harder.  "Liam!  Let me up!"

Liam groans, yawns, opens his eyes and he slowly releases William coughing. "Sorry, sorry."

William scoots off the bed and heads for the bathroom.  He comes back and looks at the time.  "Fuck me!"  He says.  "Liam--- it's 11 am. We completely missed getting up for school!"

~Part: 3~

William scoots off the bed and heads for the bathroom.  He comes back and looks at the time.  "Fuck me!"  He says.  "Liam--- it's 11 am. We completely missed getting up for school!"

Liam nods, rolls over, and throws a pillow over his head.

"Bloody American beer.  Tastes like piss and makes you think you're not even drinking.  No more, I tell you, no more drinking for me." William sits down hard on the bed and lays back.  "Plus my mouth feels like a ferret slept in it last night."

Liam laughs weakly. "Yeah, beer bad...whiskey next time...yep Whiskey."

"Yeah, right...So I can wake up again with you kissing my neck and calling me baby boy.  *That's* going to happen," William says sarcastically.

Liam throws the pillow off his head and sits up looking at William, horriifed.  "Excuse me?"

William looks over.  "When I first tried to get up this morning, you kissed the back of my neck and said, 'Shh, baby boy I got you go back to sleep.'  Oh, and you humped me a bit."

Liam runs a hand through his hair and he swallows. He is silent for a minute then he says quietly, "Must've been dreaming something fucked up. You know, I need to shower and wake up. Call school-- tell them something.  So, yeah." Liam stands and walks out of his room to the bathroom to shower.

William groans and rolls over.  He dials the school and makes and excuses about illness for the two of them--stomach flu.  Then he drags himself to go shower himself, taking a quick one and then wrapping a towel around himself to head back to his room.

Liam walks out about the same time, also wrapped in a towel.  He bumps into William grabbing his arms so he doesn't fall, but instead inadvertently pulling him tighter against him. Then he looks into William's eyes, releases him quick, and goes into his room, slamming the door behind him. He lays his head against the door and rubs his face hard. He puts his hand on his chest to feel his hammering heart and he whispers, "What the fuck is going on?"

William is in his own room, asking himself the very same question.  "I like girls.  I like girls.  This is just a reaction to not getting laid.  I need to get laid.  That'll fix everything."  He nods. convinced he has the solution well in hand.  He sighs and gets dressed, resolving to try not to overreact to Liam's presence again...not to dwell on the sight and yummy smell of him fresh from the shower, the feel of his strong arms gripping him...no, no, not gonna think about that.

Liam dresses in a pair of faded blue jeans and a black t-shirt. Then he pads barefoot downstairs and opens the fridge, setting out stuff to make French toast. He resolves to just pretend none of this happened.

William comes down, in jeans and a dark blue silk tank.  He looks over at what Liam is doing.  "French toast, huh?  Love the stuff." He starts making coffee.

Liam nods. "Yeah, want some?" He sets a pan on the stove and turns it on medium, then butters it.

"Yeah, if you don't mind," William says.  He sits down, waiting for the coffee to brew, and watches Liam at work.

Liam nods, opens the egg carton, cracks them into a bowl, then adds milk. He starts to whip the eggs hard and fast.

William watches, quietly.  *Nice, supple wrist.  He does that pretty well.  Wonder who taught him.  He has those nice big hands...*  He shakes himself as he realizes where this train of thought is going and he coughs.

Liam pulls the whisk out, tosses it into the sink, and starts to sink the bread into the mixture. He coats a few slices and throws them in the pan. He moves away to the fridge, gets out the syrup, and sets it on the table. Then he moves back to flip the slices. "How many do you want?"

"Two is fine.  Who taught you to cook?"  William asks.  He walks over and pours himself a mug of coffee.  "Want some?"

Liam nods. "Yes, please.  And my Mother did-- but don't tell anyone, I have a rep to keep." Liam puts two pieces of French toast on a plate and puts it on a table and keeps cooking. "There you go-- eat up."

William pours Liam a cup of coffee and sets it in front of him.  He proceeds to add lots of sugar and milk to his before he sips it, then digs into the French toast.  "Mmm," he says after eating a few bites.  "Very good.  But don't worry, your rep is safe with me."

Liam set his French toast on a plate, puts the pan in the sink, and sits to eat. He drinks his coffee black. "Thanks. It's a simple thing to cook, no big. Do you cook?"

"Of course.  Mama's boy, remember?  Been cooking ever since I could reach the stove, with Mother showing me what to do.  I have any other number of girly accomplishments like sewing and embroidery and knitting, too."  William sighs.

Liam chuckles and dunks a piece of French toast into syrup. "Don't go admitting that places, now. Remember-- trying to get you laid. Only place info like that gets you laid is in home economics class."

William chuckles.  "Yeah.  Know that.  Not *completely* stupid.  But of course the first thing Mother does when I bring a girl over to meet her....and she *always* insists on meeting them before I can go out...is to trot out my embroidery and knitting pieces.  Did I mention again how glad I am she's gone for a month?"

Liam nods. "Yeah, not having Da's chatter about rules and regulations is nice. So, after breakfast, we have a few hours to kill before school lets out. What do you want to do? I mean, you don't have to do shit with me if you don't want-- just saying."

"No, that's fine.  I was thinking, actually, since I missed swim practice this morning, and I need to sweat off some of these booze toxins...maybe some basketball?  I know you'll wipe the court with me, but I'm quick.  I might score a few baskets."

Liam finishes eating and he takes his plate to the sink. "Sounds fine. I'll try to go easy on you-- not much though, gotta keep the hate alive, `cause, you know," pointing to himself,  "bastard."

"Yeah," William chuckles.  "I know."  He carries over his plate and rinses it, putting it into the dishwasher.  "I'll go change and meet you on the court."  He heads upstairs and slips into shorts and a faded t-shirt, and jogs down to the court.

Liam is already there still in his faded jeans but no shirt and he is dribbling a ball. "Come on tiny...let me kick your ass."

William grins.  "Yeah, you can try."  He swoops in, stealing the ball from Liam and dribbling in an easy lay-up.  "That's two, muscleboy!"

Liam chuckles steps behind William and starts to bump and move his arms to get the ball. He bends and reaches around to grab it.

William bends too, trying to keep it out of Liam's reach, and becomes acutely aware of Liam's crotch rubbing his ass.  He scoots forward quickly, moving out of reach.

Liam scoots and rotates and grabs the ball from William. He tosses the ball and it goes through the hoop and Liam cheers.

While Liam is cheering, William grabs the ball and sends it up again.  "Four-two.  Less cheering and more playing, football boy."

Liam grumbles, "Bitchy little British boy..." He takes the ball again and dribbles, heading to shoot again.

The game progresses.  William holds up pretty well, but as predicted, Liam is the eventual winner.  They shoot and fight and trash-talk, and much to William's surprise he finds himself honestly enjoying Liam's company.  He is almost sorry to have to end the game.  "Gotta shower and rest.  You ran my little ass ragged," he says, slumping to the ground.

Liam laughs hard and he walks up to William, wiping sweat from his brow. He drops next to him. "What can I say--I'm a sure thing."

William looks over, getting a whiff of Liam sweaty and trying not to think about how damn sexy he looks.  "You have to admit, I did better than you expected, though."

Liam nods and smirks. "Oh yeah, you gave it your all. No doubt about it. Thought you had me a few times. Glad you didn't pack it in though.  It was a good game."

William nods.  "Yeah.  Good game."  He drags himself to his feet.  "Gonna go shower.  We're planning to go out tonight, right? Try to get me laid?"

Liam swallows then he nods. "You bet-- get you laid tonight for sure.  I'll call Liz, see what I can set up."

"Ok, then I'll get dressed up nice."  He heads inside to shower.

Liam lays his head back against the pole and rubs his face. "Doing good, yes. Everything is normal and fine...just go shower then call your girlfriend, you remember her. You know-- the girl with the girl parts that you love so much." He stands and walks inside and goes to shower.

William showers and then spends forever looking through his wardrobe, considering outfit after outfit.  Finally he chooses one and put it on.  He goes to show it to Liam.  He is dressed in black glove- leather pants and a midnight-blue silk shirt.  He walks over to Liam's room and knocks on the door.

Liam calls out, "Come in." Then he goes back to bending over to pick out a tank for his black leather pants. He had called Liz and she said she would be on her way. She had some plans she had in mind and he figured it was her. So he didn't bother throwing on a shirt to cover himself.

William sees Liam in leather pants, no shirt, and has to stop to remind himself to breathe.  He stammers out, "L-l-liam?  Is this outfit good for tonight?"

Liam stands, slowly, turning his torso so he can look at William, and he freezes and he just nods.

William sees his muscular back again, and the...dip, where it joins the lower back heading to the ass.  It was simply breathtaking, and again William had to remind himself to breathe.  *Ok, stop staring at him like a moron and get out.  Getting laid tonight, remember. Laid.  By a girl. *  "Okay, thanks."  He backs out of the room, closing the door, sighs, and heads downstairs to wait.

Liam relaxes and leans back against the wall trying to lift the strain off his rapidly rising cock. He composes after a few minutes and slips on a stark white tank, puts on some boots and heads downstairs to wait for Liz to arrive.

A short while later the doorbell rings.  William hops up to answer it.  Liz walks in and whistles low, walking around William.  "Wow.  I mean, wow.  He is *soooo* yummy now, Liam.  I can't believe the transformation."

Liam nods looking over at Liz. "Whole new person. Shiny and perfect-- good for him."

"Wow.  I mean, *totally* yummy."  She reaches over a hand to stroke down his arm.  "And who knew he had muscles?  He's almost too pretty."

Liam leans back and fingers the remote a bit too firmly. "Uh-huh. So why don't you quit molesting him and tell me this plan of yours."

Liz sighs and looks over at Liam.  "Oh, yeah.  The plan.  Got distracted for a minute.  There's a party at Lindsey's tonight, and as you know, *no one* who is anyone misses a party at Lindsey's, school night or not.  His parents are in Cabo.  Anyhow, Jenny just broke up with Riley.  Stupid lug was sleeping around on her with trailer trash.  Jenny's having to come solo...Riley's not invited, his punishment for associating with the wrong crowd and getting caught.  Jenny's going to need another boyfriend and *quick*, and the pickings are pretty thin right now.  I'm thinking pretty boy here would be *perfect*."

William stands gawking in unabashed amazement at the petty machinations of the society of the beautiful people.

Liam nods and stands, shutting the t.v. off a little too quickly. "Sounds peachy to me-William, any objections?"

William blinks, swallows, and then says, "Ok.  Not to be too horny teenage boy about this, but anything that gets me laid sounds like a good plan to me."

Liam's face ticks a tiny bit, then he smiles and grabs his jacket, slipping it on. "All right.  Let's go."

They head off to Lindsey's.  Lindsey McDonald was by far the richest in their circle, and also the most popular.  He gave the *best* parties.  It was early but already quite a crowd was at Lindsey's house.  They had to push to get inside.  Liz looks over.  "Oooo, there's Jenny.  Let me go talk you up first and get the ground ready.  You just stand here and look gorgeous, 'kay?"  And she heads off to talk with Jenny.

William couldn't have felt more out of place than if the room was filled with Martians.  He looks over at Liam, his eyes silently begging for some sort of support or advice.

Liam sees this, grabs William's arm, and walks through the throng until he reaches Lindsey.  He smiles and play punches his arm. "Hey, rich boy floyd...big show-up already. I think you beat a record."

Lindsey flashes a brilliant smile at Liam.  "Hey there, quarterback. Wouldn't be a party without you."  He looks over at William.  "Who's your little tagalong in leather?"

Liam claps William on the back. "He isn't a tagalong, man-- he is my new step-brother, Will."

Lindsey looks him over.  "Well, one thing I can say for him...it's nice to have someone that's not taller than me.  Just don't go trying to steal my girlfriend and we'll be fine."

William shakes his head.  "No chance of that."

Lindsey raises an eyebrow.  "Well, not so sure of that.  But Liam, you need to introduce him to the guys.  I've got to go play host. Nice meeting you, Will."

Lindsey fades off through the crowd without waiting for a reply.

William looks up at Liam.  "Ok, I'm confused.  Was that good or bad?"

Liam shrugs. "Who gives a shit?  He's a little rich bastard-- hate him. Now let's go see my real friends." Liam moves through until he reaches a group of guys standing around a beer keg and he gets punched, climbed on, wrestled and pinched by them all. He pushes them all back and laughs. "Ok, ok, stop it.  Got someone for you to meet, motherfuckers--heads up." Liam points to William. "This is my new step-brother, Will, say hello good-for-nothings."

Gunn steps forward and nods stiffly. "Hey, what's up man?  Name's Gunn."

"Gunn," William says, nodding back.  "Good to meet you."  He offers his hand to shake.

Gunn slaps William's hand then slams his fist on top of it. "No doubt."

Then another guy comes forward, a big smile on his face. "Ola, Senor' Will..I'm Xander..or Xan."

Gunn wraps his arm around Xander's neck and grinds his knuckles into his head.  "You're fucking stupid, Harris-- just say hi."

Xander squeaks, "Hi."

"Hi, Xander," William says, shaking his hand.  "Does Gunn do this to you all the time?  The noogies and the headlock?"

Xander says, "Yeah," and points to Gunn.  "You big luggie bastard-- let me go."

Gunn snorts and pulls tighter. "Did you just call me luggie, dude?"

Xander squeaks and shakes his head.

Gunn snickers and starts to pull Xander away. "Excuse me, ladies-- I have a boy to dunk in a toilet."

Liam laughs but doesn't save Xander. Groo walks up and offers his hand. "Hello Will, my name is Grogan but just call me Groo.  It is very nice to meet you."

William shakes it back.  "Good to meet you, Groo."

A tall and scruffy-looking slender man comes and offers his hand.  He speaks with an English accent.  "And I'm Wes, or as Gunn likes to call me, English.  With you around, perhaps he'll find another nickname for me.  Pleased to meet you, Will."

William shakes his hand as well.  "Thank you.  Good to meet another countryman here."

Liam claps. "Well that covers the room. So as you can see, Gunn's the tough ass black man--almost scary the stereotype he represents, but he likes it. Groo is the calm one, Wes is the really tight-assed British one-- no offense Wes, Xander is the jokester who gets abused. And I'm.."

Gunn walks out and squeezes Liam's cheeks. "Big L is the pretty boy, charmer who gets the chicks."

Xander follows behind all wet and dripping and looking poutie. "Gunn, this shirt was precious."

"It was on sale. Shut up Xan." Gunn says.

Xander looks indignant. "It was not...quality, quality Hawaiian shirt."

Liz walks up.  "Sorry to interrupt your beer-induced fun, but I've got to borrow Will for a while."  She grabs him by the arm and starts to drag him away.  William looks back over at the guys, grins, shrugs, and lets himself be led away.

Wes looks over at Liam.  "Ah, so the fair Liz is procuring a girlfriend for your stepbrother?"

Liam turns and watches, his fists clenching slightly. "Yeah, she's a trooper."

Gunn claps Liam on the back. "Come on man, buck up--boy looks like he can use some one-on-one time."

Xander nods. "He is very well. pretty."

Wes nods.  "And unless I miss my guess, in desperate need of a shag. The poor thing definitely seemed the virginal type.  Too easily led for anything else."

Liam just nods still looking in the direction William was led.

Groo walks up and hands Liam a beer. "Here my friend, drink up.  I'm sure Liz will get him comfortable."

Liam takes the beer and takes a gulp then he pulls it back and mutters, "Not too damn comfortable, I hope."

Liz leads William through the crowd to an attractive dark-haired, dark-eyed girl.  "Will, this is Jenny.  Jenny, this is the Will I've been telling you about."

Will takes Jenny's offered hand and kisses it.  "Pleasure to meet you, Jenny."

Jenny smiles and giggles. "Hiya, Will, nice to meet ya."

Liz sighs.  "Good.  Well, I'll leave you two to get acquainted then."

William gestures to a nearby couch.  "Would you care to sit down?"

Jenny giggles again, flips her long hair out of the way, and sits down. "Golly you have the cutest accent...is it real?"

William chuckles.  "Yes, it's real.  Born and raised in England. I've lived here a few years, though.  Glad you like it."  He reaches over and strokes her hair.  "You have the loveliest long hair.  So few women keep their hair long these days."

"Oh, thank you...your hairs nice too, Platinum is very pretty...like blonde but a lot lighter...almost clear. Wait-- is clear a color?" Jenny taps her chin.

Meanwhile Liam has moved off a few feet away with Liz, watching from afar. He disguises though, making it seem as if he is feeling Liz up.

"Clear...sure, clear is a color,"  William says, wanting to agree with her, pretty much willing to say anything at this point that will get this girl into bed.  Only, now he is stuck for conversation.  He grabs on to the only fact he really knows about her.  "So, you just had a bad break-up, huh?  Liz was telling me about it."

Jenny pouts and twirls a piece of hair in her fingers, her eyes welling up. "Yes, yes...ASSHOLE...he, he broke up withhhhh meeee for a trailer WHORE...She was POORRRRRRRRR."

William moves forward and strokes her face.  "There now...that's just terrible.  How could a man cheat on you, and with some terrible piece of trailer trash?  You deserve so much better."

Jenny throws herself in William's arms. "I knnnooowww she doesn't even exfoliate....I want him to payyyy."

Meanwhile Liam trips when he sees Jenny throw herself at William and he brings a screaming Liz with him to the floor. He hops back up and helps her, coughing and looking embarrassed.

William fails, somehow, to notice Liam's antics, as his attentions are entirely on the squirming female in his arms.  He wraps his arms around her and kisses her.  "Do you know what would make an *excellent* revenge?  Sleep with someone else.  Someone from a wealthy family, maybe someone like...*me*?"

Jenny pulls back and claps. "Whheeee, yes lets go."

The two of them link arms and head to an upstairs bedroom, kissing on the way up.  They get in and William locks the door and starts stripping off his clothes hurriedly.  He is hard and eager.

Liam looks once settled and notices they are gone.  He starts to push through the crowd to find them.

Gunn grabs his arm.  "Where you going, man?"

Liam stops and he smiles to stop his jaw from twitching. "Nowhere, nowhere. I just thought...air...you know, stuffy."

"Just tell Lindsey to turn up the air conditoner. Come on, have a cold beer. You're acting off.  Don't freak me out."

Liam swallows and nods. "All right.. .all right...sorry."

Jenny smiles and starts to take off her clothes more carefully. "Well. someone's excited."

William nods.  "Y-y-yes.  It's just that, you're so beautiful and everything..."  He is naked now and reaches into his pocket to pull out a condom.

Jenny pulls off her bra and panties and lays down on the bed. "Aww, that's' so sweet-- you British boys are so refirmed."

Liam takes a swig of his beer and looks around. "Anyone see where Will went?   I'm supposed to take care of him and he just like poofed before me."

Liz comes over and grabs Liam and gives him a big kiss.  "Oh, silly. He went upstairs with Jenny already.  *Told* you I'd get him laid. He sure moves fast, though."

Will smiles and shakily puts the condom on, crawling onto the bed.  "Yes.  Always best to be prepared."  He gasps and starts softly stroking her breasts as he fumbles around trying to figure out exactly how to enter her.

Liam spits out some beer onto Liz, then grabs a napkin and starts to wipe her. "Sorry, sorry, baby..sorry."

Jenny grabs William and pulls him closer to her and guides him inside her slowly, moaning and arching her back* "Oooh you're so big...so big."

Liz looks up at Liam.  "What's wrong pookie bear?"

William says, "Really?" and his voice almost squeaks, then he repeats, deeper and less surprised-sounding, "Really.  Thank you for saying so."  He starts moving slowing in and out the way he has seen on the pornos and sucking on one of Jenny's nipples.

Liam shakes his head and looks really interested in his bottle. "Nothing at all, think it's this beer-- maybe it's expired."

Gunn chuckles.  "Dude, I got the shit today, it's cool. You sure you all right?"

Groo nods. "Yes L.  You seem a bit how to say this....pent up .and..upset."

Liam shakes his head firmly. "No, no I'm cool."

Jenny moans and threads her fingers in William's hair pulling a bit. "Yesss, oh really...sooo good...Riley will be so *pissed*...more...more."

Wes looks over at Liz.  "So, you are once again successful.  Kudos to you, Liz, as the best friend a virginal young man ever had...aside from the lady performing the actual favor, of course."

Liz beams.  "Thank you, Wes.  I *do* have a talent.  But you wouldn't believe how picky pookie bear here was about who to set Will up with.  He turned down Tammy and Janet."

William has a little more confidence now, and starts thrusting harder and faster, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of silky walls around his cock.  Sooooo much better than a hand.  He looks up at her face to see how she was enjoying this, and catches a flash of dark hair and dark eyes.  Momentarily he thinks of Liam, all wet from the shower this morning.  He firmly pushes the thought out of the way and keeps thrusting.

Liam snorts and looks at Xander. "You know-- the sandwich twins. I wanted to give the guy a shot at least. You remember when they asked you if you and Gunn liked a girl to your male/male love-- remember?"

Xander shivers. "Yes, and all cause I wore plaid and Gunn gave me a wedgie.  They are warped."

"No shit man...wanted to show me pictures and everything. They are some seriously warped chicks. I asked them if they had girl/girl pics and they said no...a little selfish if you ask me."

Liam groans rubs between his eyes remembering the porn channel and he looks as Liz out of the corner of his eye and whispers, "Get me something harder from Lindsey to drink, please, Baby?"

Jenny moans deeply. "Oh baby, oh baby, oh baby yes."

Liz blinks, confused, but says, "Sure thing, pookie bear,"  and heads off in search of Lindsey.

William has another flash...this time of a warm male body wrapped around him and an erect cock humping his ass, and he shudders and cums.  "Ohgod," he says.  "I'm sorry, Jenny.  I... I... did you cum?"

Liam screams after Liz, "Don't call me POOKIE BEAR!!" Then he coughs and leans back against the wall.

Jenny smiles sweetly. "Don't worry about it...I got what I needed...I have a pocket rabbit. I'll be fine."

Wes looks at Liam.  "You do seem...unusually high-strung this evening, Liam."

William nods, embarrassed.  But he cleans up and gets dressed as Jenny gets out her pocket rabbit.  He looks on in amazement for a moment as she starts to use it, then heads downstairs.

"I'm not high strung damn it. I just haven't had a lot of sleep. My bed's been....." *He sees William coming downstairs and talks fast. "Been lumpy, you know.   I have to jet...sleep, school and practice tomorrow...tell Lindsey party was fun see ya." *Liam rushes through the crowd, grabs William's arms and starts to leave the house. "Come on, I'm bored.  We're going home."

William looks at Liam.  "But...but we just got here.  I haven't even had a drink yet?  And what about Liz?"

Liam growls low. "Fuck Liz!  We're leaving.  Drinks at home if you want to be tanked.   Don't argue with me."

William looks at Liam's face and shrugs.  He looks over at the guys.  "Bye, nice meeting you," and lets himself be led/dragged out the door.

Liam gets to the car and unlocks it. "Get in before she notices. Hurry up."

William climbs in and puts on his seatbelt.  "Why the hurry?  Did you have a fight with Liz or something?  'Cause I needed to thank her."

Liam looks at William with a closed-off expression, revs up the car, and says only, "Send her a fucking postcard hold on." Then he pulls out and rushes down the street. A record five minutes and he pulls into the garage and gets out and slams into the house.

A very, very bewildered William wanders in behind him.  He can hear Liam clattering around in the kitchen.  "Liam?"  he says, heading towards the kitchen.  "Are you okay?"

Liam jacket thrown on the kitchen floor tips back the whiskey bottle. chugging. He sees William's bed hair now that he isn't a flash of walking fury and he chokes, spitting out alcohol for the second time tonight.

"Did I do something wrong?"  William asks.  "Because you seem really terribly angry and you practically pulled my arm off dragging me out of there.  Did I embarrass you or something?"

Liam wipes his mouth, shaking his head, walking around close to the walls of the room as if he is afraid to even breathe William's air. "No, no I was just bored and I wanted to come home. And I wasn't picking you up later, and you're fine, and fix your hair could ya? You look frightening." Liam shuts up then, realizing how stupid that sounded and he kicks his jacket to a kitchen chair and walks out, plopping on the couch flipping on the t.v. where the porn channel is still playing. Only this time he doesn't get a warning-- there are two men moaning and groaning loudly saying the nastiest, dirtiest things-things that even are bad for his ears and he keens in desperation.

William hears this noise and comes in, grabbing the remote and shutting the TV off.  In the process of grabbing the remote, his hand brushes Liam's and their knees touch, and William gasps, coloring a little, remembering what happened during sex-- sex with a *woman* -- earlier that evening.

Liam pulls his hand away and stands. "Do you know pool?"

"Uhhhh...sorta.  A little.  Why?"  William asks.

"Good enough.  Let's go. I'll teach you whatever you don't know." Liam walks off to a door and opens it and it goes down to what appears a basement. "Rec room, it's like huge...come on." And he goes down.

William follows, confused.  He sighs and runs his hands through his hair.  *This has been the most... *unusual* evening of my whole life.*

Liam opens another door that leads into a old-styled 50's-type game room. There are old pinball machines, a huge pool table in the center, dart boards, a bar and a card table with room to spare. Liam pushes a button and the balls come spilling out. He bends over to start putting them on the table.

William looks and moans quietly at the sight of Liam's ass tightly outlined in those leather pants.  He starts to harden, and shifts uncomfortably, trying to hide his erection in his own very tight- fitting pants.

Liam gets all of the balls piled. He grabs the triangle, puts the balls inside, and sets them up. He lifts the triangle and then grabs two pool cues, handing one to William. "Tell me what you know."

"Ok...You hit the white ball to hit the other balls into one of the holes."  William says.  "Other than that I'm pretty lost."

Liam sets his pool stick aside and moves William to the center of the table and he steps behind him* "Bend over."

William does as he is told, all the while having visions of the bed this morning.  "Ok, what now."

Liam moves closer.  He bends over William's back a bit and grabs his arm that's holding the pool cue and he moves it how it should go. He puts the cue between William's fingers as it should be, his own grazing as he goes. And when he speaks it's calm, but it's right by William's ear. "Ok, so first thing is we need to break the balls to see if you'll be stripes or solids-- got that?"

William manages to gasp out as his cock hardens even more, "Yes.  Got that.  Break the balls."  *Yeah, break my balls, damnit.  Can feel his crotch right up against my ass and I'm supposed to concentrate on some stupid game.*  He brings his arm back slow and breathes out as he hits the cue ball.  The balls scatter and a striped one drops into a pocket.

Liam smacks William's ass unthinking and pulls back. "Good job. You're stripes. I'm solids." He picks up his pool stick and he unconsciously fingers up and down it. "You get to go again. Whatever you do, don't sink the eight ball or you lose. It's the last ball to go."

William yelps a little as Liam smacks his ass.  He tries to shoot again and misses dreadfully.  "Your go?" he asks.

Liam nods and moves up to the pool table, bending over and shooting. He sinks a ball, then moves around the table, bending over and shooting, but missing.  Then he pulls back and gestures. "Your go again. See?  Simple."

William unsuccessfully swallows tiny whimpers each time Liam bends over.  "Can...can you help me again?"

Liam nods sets his pool cue to the side and comes back again behind William and says again, "Bend over."

William bends over, again, as instructed.  *This is so fucking dirty.  I am gonna wank so hard to this later.*

Liam leans over Williams back and as soon as their skin connects again, Liam seems to realize his actions and he shudders, but refuses to move, `cause then he would look psycho.  So he arranges William's arm carefully and whispers in his ear, "Look for your target.  When you do line up your cue, then slowly and gracefully, like wading through water, push the cue forward and aim for the target. If you do it right, the ball will sink, ok?"

"Ok," William moans.  "Got it."  *For some reason that was like the dirtiest thing I have *ever* heard.*  He slowly and gently strokes the cue forward and sinks the ball.

Liam grins. "Good boy." Then he pulls back, walks over to the bar, and pours a shot of bourbon. "Your go again, do the same thing."

William moves, staying bent over the table to hide his enormous hard- on.  The next shot so happens to position him with his back to Liam as he stands at the bar.  He pulls back, imagining Liam bent over him, and the ball goes in.

Liam tips back the shot and pours another. He spreads his legs to relieve the pressure building between them as he look at William bent over the pool table.  He mutters, "Starting to think sports are evil."

William moves again, his ass in the air as he slides around the table.  Again he visualizes Liam, this time moaning loudly and audibly before he realizes what he is doing, and sinking the ball.

The shot glass drops to the floor and smashes and Liam starts to breathe hard. He drops to his knees and starts to pick up the pieces of glass. He cuts his finger and screams, "Oww fuck me." Then he puts the finger in his mouth to stop the bleeding.

William whirls around, and then comes over.  "Liam, are you ok?"  For the moment, concern has made him oblivious that Liam's half-crouched position will put him at eye-level for William's leather-outlined erection.

The finger plops out of Liam's mouth and he swallows and wheezes out, "I'm...I'm fine thank you.  Just lost my grip."

William grabs his hand.  "You're bleeding.  You want me to go get the first aid kit?"

Liam nods frantically. "Could you?  That would be cool."

William gets up, this time close enough to almost brush Liam's face with his erection, and then turns and rushes upstairs.

Liam drops his head to the floor and knocks his head off it chanting random things* "Straight, straight, straight, going to hell, going to hell, worse than a tattoo, so much worse...leather pants are a fucking sin...or damn well SHOULD BE."

A short while later William comes back down the stairs with the first aid kit.  He opens it and starts cleaning and dressing the wound.  "This is pretty nasty.  Much deeper and we'd have to go to the hospital.  You're lucky.  You should probably stay home tomorrow and rest."

Liam nods, looking intently at his finger. "Yeah good idea not like I can hold a pencil with I got a gimp finger. Good thing I can still do other things with it though...never mind...thank you." Liam stands and throws away the glass he gathered.

William stands for a minute.  "Guess the pool game is over.  What do you want to do now?"  He looks at Liam with his blue eyes and oh-so- long lashes, his eyes shining, unaware of the desire he is projecting so obviously.

"Come on we'll watch a movie. Can't go wrong with something you already know the outcome of. Got any favorite movie?" Liam asks.

William thinks, trying to steer away from the chick flicks his mother had gotten him to like.  "How about Terminator?"  He says at last.

"Got that.  Sounds good.  Let's go."

~Part: 4~

"Got that.  Sounds good.  Let's go." Liam goes back upstairs, gets the movie ready, putting it into the DVD player, quickly switching over everything, then sitting down and pressing play.

They watch together until they get to a scene that William had forgotten about when he picked this movie...like a little trap waiting to spring...when Arnold Schwarzenegger arrives naked, all muscular and gleaming.  William instantly pictures Liam naked and stifles a moan.

Liam jumps up, turns off the movie, and throws the remote off the wall, smashing it.

The t.v. springs to life, instantly turning onto the porn channel, where two naked men are engaged in a very naughty act.

Liam drops to his knees and actually starts to whimper and sniffle but his eyes don't leave the screen.

William watches for a while, too, unable to tear his eyes away, but finally he moves over and touches Liam lightly on the back.  "Liam?" he says.

Liam scurries away and he looks scared to death. "Don't.  Just don't. I..I need to, need to...I'm going to shower and hit the bed goodnight." And Liam stands, shaky, and rushes upstairs to shower and go to bed.

William searches, but cannot find the off button for the TV.  So he gives up and goes upstairs, too wound up to shower, going straight to his room to wank.  He peels off the leather pants and removes the shirt, then curls his hand around his erection.  He pictures the pool game, the scene in bed that morning...he gets harder, more aroused, and eventually cums, hard, screaming, "LIAM!"  before he realizes what he is doing.  *Fuck.  I hope he didn't hear that.*

Liam lays his head against the wall, water dripping down his body, and he whispers, "Will." And he cums spilling into his hand. He wipes himself and just drops into his bed naked and wet, throwing a pillow over his head, passing out.

The next day Will gets up and goes out to the pool as usual for his morning swim.  He is a little disappointed, but not surprised, that Liam is not there.  He makes a quick breakfast, showers, and heads off for his first day at a new school.  Alone.

It's actually less scary than he was picturing.  Liam's friends take him under their wing and pull him around, making sure he has a group to hang with and to eat lunch with.  His only scary moment comes at the end of the day when he is on his way out to the car and is confronted by Lindsey.

"H-hi, Lindsey."  William says.

"Hello...Will, was it?  Liam left my party.  Early.  Very early.  And left his girlfriend Liz there to cause a scene.  Tell him if he does it again, he's off the list.  Social suicide.  Have a nice day." Lindsey moves off in a cloud of quiet menace.

William sighs and heads home, slipping quietly into the house, just wanting to take a quick nap without having to deal with anything right now.

Liam's door is open ajar and the sounds of slapping and breathy moans can be heard.

William stops to listen.  He can't help it, it's like a sickness. *Wonder who he's picturing right now.  Probably Liz.*  Then he creeps forward and he can see Liam stretched out, naked, arched, his hand curled around a massive cock.  William covers his mouth so as not to gasp aloud.  William knows he is very well-endowed, but this...this is huge.  He watches, keeping as still and as silent as possible.

Liam seems to be growing closer and closer until he clenches his eyes shut freezes and mouths as he cums, 'Will'. Then he drops back to the bed and turns to pudding.

William swallows hard and backs down the corridor.  *Ok, what the fuck am I going to do about this?  What are *we* going to do about this.  Don't know, can't think right now.*  He backs down a considerable way and calls out, "Liam, I'm home!" and starts walking down the hallway.

Liam jumps up, wipes his hand, then throws on a pair of p.j pants and calls out, "Hey, good day at school?"

"Not bad.  The guys took care of me.  I made swim team.  Oh, and Lindsey said if you leave a party of his early again you're off the list. Social suicide.  Said it like it was a terrible threat."

Liam laughs and waves his hand dismissively.  "He's such a little whiny bitch.  I think he's gay and wants my ass. He never likes it when I leave when I want. It's like I'm his trophy boy. Well he can go suck some other quarterback's cock `cause he isn't getting mine. He say what Liz did?"

"Apparently she caused a scene.  You gonna call her?"  William asks.

Liam shakes his head and looks away. "Nah, she'll just bitch at me and ask why I didn't bring her home. Not into answering questions or listening to whining or bawling right now."

William shrugs.  "Your girlfriend.  So, what do you want to do? Assuming you want to do anything with me, of course."

Liam rubs the back of his neck but still won't turn to look at William. "I have to work out then go to practice.  You want to spot me for my workout?"

"Sure," says William.  "Just tell me what to do and I'm there."

"Ok well I'm going to change into workout clothes and then I'll be out. Workout room is connected to the pool outside in the door next to the sauna."

"Sure, I'll meet you down there."  William heads down.  Once there, he slumps onto a bench, laying down and covering his face with his arm.  *Damn.  Ok.  So I want Liam.  And he wants me.  This is...this is so wrong.  How the fuck are we going to last a month alone in this house?*

Liam walks in with a black tank and Adidas training pants. He throws a towel on the bench and then he sits and spreads his legs and starts with simple stretches.

William sits up and looks over...and instantly regrets it.  He has to fight to supress a moan.  *Why the bloody hell does he have to *look* like that?*

Liam lays back then starts to arch his back, then he moves to his stomach and bends his legs back, holding them for a bit then releasing them. He gets in position then starts simple push-ups.

William watches, unable to stop.  *Damn.  Fuck.  Bugger.  I am bloody well going to hell.*  His cock is hardening steadily, and he thanks whatever deities are listening that he wore loose pants today.

Liam does about twenty push-ups then moves back to his back and starts to do sit-ups.

William watches the smooth flexing of the abs as Liam goes up and down.  He coughs and runs his hands through his hair.  He found himself wishing Liam had come shirtless.  Maybe in tiny little shorts. As he says it, he can again picture Liam naked, muscles straining, and he has to force the picture away.  He covers his moan with another cough.

Liam does about the same number of sit-ups then gets up and cracks his neck and closes his eyes, relaxes, spreads his legs a bit, then starts to do simple and graceful flowing movements of tai chi.

William drops to his knees, watching the incredible grace of the larger man as he does his tai chi.  He swallows hard, overcome by more than mere lust.  He closes his eyes as he realizes his deep admiration for Liam was dangerously close to becoming something more than that.

Five minutes later Liam opens his eyes and he points to the bench press. "Ready to spot me?"

William, having managed somehow to pull himself together, walks over.  "Sure."

Liam nods and lays down on the bench.  He shakes his arms out then grips the bar. "Ok, help me lift this, then just keep a eye on me. If I look like I'm straining, grab the weights, and when I'm done help me put it back.  Simple all right?"

William nods.  "Sure, fine."  He helps Liam lift the heavy weight and watches as he raises and lowers it.  *Fuck, those arms.  And those hands.*

Liam counts off about twenty, then he lifts and waits for William to help him put it back.

William reaches down and helps pull the weight back up, his hands brushing Liam's as he does so.  William shivers.

Liam's eyes dilate, but he sits up and shakes out his arms again. He stands and walks over to the running machine and takes a drink of his water bottle, then climbs on and starts it up, and he begins to jog. "Five minutes-- keep track for me..."

William looks at his watch.  He manages somehow to keep under control by only occasionally to look up and see the sweat-sheened body, tank starting to stick to his skin.  At five minutes, he calls out, "Time!"

Liam jumps off, shuts off the machine and takes another drink of his bottle. He looks down at his shirt, groans, peels it off, and tosses it into the laundry basket in the corner. He walks over to his towel and starts to towel himself dry.

William can't help it...he moans.  Audibly.  And blushes bright red the instant he does so.

Liam turns to William and raises a brow.  "You all right?"

William swallows hard and stutters out, "Y-y-y-yes.  I'm fine."

Liam walks up to William and hands him his water bottle. "Here, take a drink.   You look flushed...you sure you're ok?"

William looks down at his chest and then back up at his eyes, and takes the water bottle, taking a long swing.  "Yeah," he gasps.  "Just fine.  Just need a little air."  William steps outside and bends over, breathing heavily.

Liam shrugs, throws the towel in the basket, and walks out. He pats William's back and throws over his shoulder, "Be back in three hours. Gotta go to practice.  Be a good boy while I'm away-- no 900 numbers." And he disappears into the house, and leaves for practice, and just as he said three hours later he returns looking a bit worse then he left. He drops on the couch and hisses, looking stiff and in a bit of pain.

William has taken advantage of the three hours alone to wank. Repeatedly.  Calling out Liam's name over and over.  So he can calmly face him now.  "What's the matter?"  he asks.

Liam gestures to his chest. "Bruise the size of Texas on my chest. Gunn piled hard into me. I hurt, and pretty bad. Need to take this jacket and shirt off and look at myself but it hurts too bad to move."

William comes over.  "Here, let me help."  He very gently starts helping Liam remove the jacket and the shirt.  There is indeed a very nasty bruise marring the perfection of Liam's chest.  "Oooo, that looks bad.  What can I do?" William asks.

Liam smiles weakly. "Go beat the shit out of Gunn. Massive fucker anyway."

William chuckles.  "Sorry, can't help you there.  How about an ice pack?  Would that help the swelling go down and numb it some?"

Liam nods. "Yeah, and there's some kick ass pain pills in my room on top of my dresser for a occasion like this.  Grab me one, but just one-- more than one of those and I'm singing you show tunes and trust me I am no hummingbird."

William comes back with the ice pack and the pill and a glass of water to down the pill with.  "Here you go."

Liam swallows the pill. "Thanks." Then he grabs the ice pack and hisses again when he sets it on his chest. "You know, we weren't even practicing when he did this. He thought it would be cute to charge me and then turn his arm into me-bastard. I'm painting his car plaid first chance I get."

"Pretty physical bunch, you football guys.  Bet stuff like this happens all the time." William says.

Liam nods and looks at William. "Yeah, stupid jock shit. Glad you swim.  Bet you don't have this swimming. Would be a bitch to have your perfect smooth skin bruised. All that white, milky...yeah football grrr.."

William shakes his head.  "No, we just try to drown each other between heats.  Shoving around, colliding in the water, grabbing onto each other..."  his voice trails off.

Liam growls a bit then he calms quickly and says conversationally, "So how much grabbing?"

"Lots."  William says, so concerned about his own state he is oblivious to Liam's reaction.  "You know, grabbing legs, trying to pull speedos off, that kinda thing."

Liam growls louder now and clucks his tongue off  the roof of his mouth. "Yeah..lots...how about that. Who knew swimming was hazardous?  Maybe you should quit, you know...join chess or something."

William looks at Liam as if he has grown a second head.  "Yeah, when you quit football maybe.  Not going to happen.  Maybe you should come down to swim practice and growl at the others when they come grabbing."

Liam looks away and mutters. "Maybe I will.   Little bastards anyway...it's molesting...and I don't growl, no reason to growl."

William chuckles.  "Uh-huh.  Papa Bear.  Just heard you growl not too long ago.  So don't give me that.  What's with the protectiveness, anyway?"

Liam looks back at William. "Don't know, guess it's because I have to protect you. Your Mom did ask me to. And I guess I sort of like you a bit you know. You're not all bad."

William laughs.  "High praise indeed.  Well, you're not all bad either.  So, what now?  Off to your bedroom to nurse your bruise?"

"Well I would say maybe some t.v. but t.v. is evil...so yeah, off to the bedroom. Hey, you want to come hang with me so I don't have to talk to myself?"

"Sure."  He helps Liam up the stairs and to his room, lowering him onto the bed and climbing in, sitting next to him.

Liam points to his desk. "I promised you sometime you could look at my artwork. In the bottom biggest drawer there's a portfolio.  My drawings are in that.  Go ahead and get it."

William crawls out of the bed and retrieves the portfolio, settling back on the bed with it.  He opens it up and begins thumbing through the drawings.  Lots of them are of Devlin and Kathy, family scenes.  "These are really good.  You're very talented," William says.

Liam shrugs. "I guess.  Mother always said I was. Thanks."

William keeps flipping.  He comes across drawings of Liz.  Clothed at first.  Then nude.  He flips quickly past them.  Then he comes to a self-portrait, obviously made by Liam, looking at himself in a mirror.  Nude.  His eyes are locked on it.  He whimpers.

Liam notices and he quickly pulls that drawing away and coughs. "Sorry, sorry about that. I forgot, I forgot it was there."

William looks at Liam.  "Don't be sorry.  It's...it's magnificent. Breathtaking."  His blue eyes look steadily at Liam.

Liam's eyes about bug out, and he lifts the sketch back up and looks at it and then he looks at William. "You do realize that's me, right?"

William nods, his gaze not wavering.  "Yes.  Yes I do."

Liam nods a bit and he sets the sketch with the others and puts them back in his portfolio, then shuts it, setting it on the floor next to the bed. Then he kicks off his shoes and looks back at William. "Thanks. I mean, I guess.  Been called a lot of things. Breathtaking and magnificent not on the list...so thanks."

William nods.  "Can I ask a favor?"

"Sure, shoot." Liam says.

"Can you draw me?  I mean, you're stuck in bed anyway, and it will give you something to do.  And I'm curious how I will turn out."

Liam nods, sitting up a bit, groaning and hissing until he is leaning up straight against the headboard, and he points back to the desk. "First drawer, pencils and drawing paper-- get me some please."

William gets the supplies and hands them to Liam.  "Just a minute. Gotta run to my room."  He comes back, clad only in a pair of silk boxers.  "Want to see the musculature.  I can get rid of the boxers too if you want."

Liam swallows hard visibly.  He tries to talk several times, and then wheezes out, "Up to you, Will."

William nods, then slips the boxers off.  He is smooth and hairless, and his semi-erect cock rises from smooth skin and not a forest of hair.  He looks at Liam.  "How do you want me to pose, and where?"

Liam, when he can even move a digit, points to the bed and whispers, "Long wise at the bottom, and just relax your body.  Turn your face towards me though."

William nods again and climbs onto the bed, settling on his back, turning his face towards Liam.  "Is this good?"  He asks.  His cock is steadily becoming harder under Liam's gaze, but he is pretending as if nothing is happening.

Liam nods* "That's...that's fine. Stay as still as you can, try not to move." Liam picks up his pencil then and starts to sketch smoothly, studiously ignoring the growing part of William that keeps wanting to distract him.

William relaxes, holding the pose, getting to gaze at Liam as he draws him, watching his face intent and his gazes, catching every line of his body.  It's almost better than sex, almost more intimate.  His cock stays hard, of course, but that is not what William is concentrating on.  He is watching to see Liam's reaction to him...how he sees him.

Liam gets the basic lines down, then he stares for a bit at William, every part, as if getting a hold and visual to implant in his brain. He talks casually, "I find that if you're being drawn you just find something to concentrate on and study it. Helps you get through the time it takes. Also lets your imagination soar." Then he goes back and starts to sketch a bit faster.

William replies.  "I already am.  Studying something.  Letting my imagination soar," he says as he continues to study Liam's face.

Liam hums, too intent to get the inner meanings of that statement. A few minutes later, Liam looks back at William and stares again.  He says softly, "Tilt your neck up just a bit for me."

William tilts his neck up, exposing his throat.  "Like that?"  he asks.

Liam gazes and his breathes catches. "Yeah, just like that. Now stay like that for me." Then Liam goes back to drawing, looking up now every once in a while to capture something specific or  to groan, erase, and try again.

A long while later and the drawing is finally finished.  William gets out of his position and kneels on the bed.  "Can I see?"  He asks, his voice excited.

Liam nods and slides the picture over. "Remember, if you don't like it, I'm not Da Vinci and I have a big boo-boo."

William firmly supresses the wicked desire to ask him if he should kiss the boo boo to make it better, and instead looks at the drawing.  He runs his fingers over it, not touching it, just looking and tracing.  "I...I look like this?" he says finally, his voice rapturous.

Liam nods. "Yeah, every square inch. You could model or something-- be famous in five minutes."

"It's...it's beautiful.  I'm beautiful.  You...really see me this way."  It was a statement, not a question.

"Yeah, call it like I see them and I told you that you were beautiful.  So you like it then?"

"Yes.  Yes.  That is an understatement.  This is the most wonderful thing anyone has ever done for me."  He can't contain himself, and he sets the drawing carefully aside, and moves forward, planting a soft kiss directly on Liam's lips.

Liam pulls back, his face unreadable. He turns away then he turns back. He looks at William's face intently, then he leans forward slowly and plants another soft kiss to William's lips.

William moans and relaxes into the kiss, and his hand comes up to caress the nape of Liam's neck and feel the short soft hair there. He pulls back finally, panting, but doesn't move his hand.  He looks into Liam's eyes, his own dilated.

Liam doesn't move either, and he says calmly and softly, "What just happened?"

"I thanked you for the picture," William says.  "and I did something I've been wanting to do since yesterday."

"Kiss me? You wanted to kiss me yesterday?"

"Yeah.  Among other things."  William says, his eyes glowing.  "But a kiss is how it started."

Liam just nods, almost afraid to say anything else. He sits back against the headboard and just looks at William. The room is quiet for a while then Liam figures he needs to do some admitting himself, so he breaks the silence. "Well, that just proves you're a better person than me."

"How so?"  William asks.

"First thing I thought to do with you was much more extreme than kissing."

William lifts an eyebrow, curious.  "What did you think to do with me?"

Liam snorts. "You know, there's progressions to this shit, Will. And that's a big fucking leap forward there. I was totally straight thinking with help from my denial til right now when I kissed another guy on my own, so hey, give me a little leeway."

William's eyes glow with a little mirth.  "Did it involve my tight little ass?"

Liam's eyes sparkle, and he mutters, "I swear, you're fucking evil."

William grins.  "Apparently I am.  Definitely going to hell.  Because I want you, Liam.  And I'm thinking you want me.  So what do we do about it?  I'm not talking right this second.  But... I don't think I can just ignore it.  I don't think it's gonna go away."

Liam takes a shuddering breath, and then nods. "I don't think it's going away either-- if you ask me my personal opinion been fighting it for days and it's still here in my chest. So two tickets to hell for us. Does this mean I'm gay? `Cause if so Jorge gets to like throw a party declaring in big letters how right he was."

"Not sure.  I've noticed guys before in a kind of casual way.  But you're the first one to ever give me a full-on hard-on.  So maybe it's just that I'm attracted to you.  I don't know.  *That's* a whole big question I hadn't even considered til you said that."

Liam hums. "Yeah, popular jock here. Standing says everything-- it's all I've been able to think about. And you're the first guy period ever that I wanted in anyway other than a buddy, friend way."

"Yeah."  William's voice is a little tight.  "Reputation.  Not something I've ever really had to worry about."

Liam reaches out and grabs William's hand, squeezing it. "Hey, don't fucking listen to me, all right?  I didn't mean to hurt you. I just don't understand it, any of it. I just know how I feel, what you've been doing to me and I can't explain it further."

William nods.  "You didn't really hurt me.  It just reminded me of how complicated this is.  How complicated it's going to be.  And I can't see any alternative but to try to figure it out.  'Cause I can't think about anything else but you."

"Yeah I know that feeling. Well, I know something I have to do tomorrow for sure in school."

William raises an eyebrow.  "Really?  What?"

Liam sighs. "Break up with what will be a seriously pissed off girl. Just better not tell her ' Baby your parts just don't do it for me anymore sorry.' Fuck, god... breasts, vagina, breasts...ok getting nothing." Liam looks at William, still naked, and his breath hitches again and he wheezes. "Oh yeah I'm fucked. Maybe if I tell her we can still be friends..."

William chuckles.  "Ho, my goodness, wouldn't the sandwich twins just *love* to know about us?"

Liam hisses. "Fuck me...the sandwich twins...oh they will eat this up with a damn spoon. Make sure they find out last. Oh god, people will sooner or later find out. Fuck, Will. You sure this isn't a teenage phase of life or something?"

William sits back, hit face falling.  "Damn. Fuck.  Bugger.  Yeah, they will.  I don't know what we're going to do about that.  I don't."  His voice kind of plaintively draws out on the last syllable, and he looks miserable.  "Fuck.  Why does everything have to be so damn complicated, just 'cause we're two guys?"

Liam shrugs. "I have no fucking clue...just don't think about it. One step at a damn time. Can't let madness ruin everything. We know how we feel, we know it isn't going anywhere. So the next step is to explore it right?"

At that, William's face becomes brighter, looking up at Liam with smoldering eyes.  "Yes.  Explore.  Exploring sounds good.  So...how do you want to proceed there?"

Liam scoots forward towards William, his movements much easier now that pill has kicked in. He looks down at himself, get off the bed shuts, locks the door, and then looks back at William. "Hardly seems fair, you sitting there nude while I still have pants. Let me even up the score a bit, ok?"

William swallows and nods.  "Good start.  Go ahead."

Liam unbuttons his pants and looks up at William again. "Now don't be like freaked or nothing. I was born well with certian...oh fucking Christ you'll see." Liam unzips and slides down his pants then kicks them off to the side he peers back up at William. "So?"

William's eyes bug out again, even though he saw it this afternoon.  "Uhhhhh.  Yes.  Well.  Quite.  Oh, bloody hell, let me just say it plain.  It's a massive, massive piece of flesh.  Abso- bloody-lutely magnificent."

Liam blushes a bit and rubs the back of his neck, looking down as his cock twitches, and he whispers, "Don't say that stuff to it when it's exposed. It like has a life of its own, I swear."

William grins.  "Does it have a name?"

Liam looks up, horrified. "No, fucking hell no. I may be egotistical but I didn't name it, for fuck's sake. Did you name yours?  `Cause it isn't like anything to ignore, either."

William shakes his head.  "No.  No.  Always been tempted to after seeing Robin William's routine about naming his Mr. Happy, but I never have.  Mostly just asking to be a smartass, and to distract from the fact that I'm just dying to know what comes next."

Liam shrugs. "Don't know-- used to naked around guys.  Been there, done it. Football, locker rooms, showers, ass slapping with towels. Now that I think of it, that's strangely like something out of Shawshank Redemption. But now, I'm a little stumped."

"Ok.  Well.  We could try some...touching.  See how that goes.  Maybe kiss some more.  That was good."  William is trembling a bit, just thinking about it, and seeing a naked Liam so close.

Liam snaps his fingers and nods. He looks at the bed, then to William, then back to the bed, then back to William. Then after a minute or two of that he walks slowly to the bed and sits back down on it, scooting in place in front of William. "Ok, made it to the bed.  Now your turn."

William reaches out a tentative hand and strokes it over Liam's chest.  Then his other hand joins it, and he strokes.  "How is this?"

Liam looks down, then back up, and he nods. "Feels fine, looks fine. Ok, me now. Ok, here I go." Liam lifts his hands-- one threads into William's hair and the other strokes down the side of his neck. "How's this?"

William moans.  "Oh yeah.  That's good."  William's hands find Liam's nipples and start circling and rubbing and lightly tweaking them.

"God, goooooddd.." Liam shudders when William's fingers tweak his nipples. He runs the hand on William's neck down to his chest and he just moves his fingers in tiny circles around his nipples teasing them.

William whimpers.  "Tease," he whispers.  His cock twitches.  "Of course, I *would* have to be the more excitable one.  Fuck, I want purr when you touch me with those hands."

Liam smiles. "Go ahead, try it. Never had anyone purr for me. Here, let me inspire you." Liam pulls back William's head a bit by tightening his fingers in his hair and stretching his neck slightly. Then he tentatively moves his mouth to his neck and he places tiny kisses up it.

William starts making purring, rumbling noises in his throat.  "Ohhhhh.  Liam.  Damn it."  His own hands move to Liam's hair and thread in it, pulling him close.

Liam opens his mouth and pokes his tongue out to lick up William's neck in a long swipe. Then he bites very gently on his jugular.

William cries out. "FUCK!"  Then he takes a long ragged breath.  "Fuck.  Liam.  How did you know... that I might even like that?  'Cause... I did.  A lot."

Liam chuckles and moves his mouth to William's ear. "I didn't. I just kind of guessed. Plus I like your neck, a lot."

William trembles a bit, taking deep shaky breaths.  "Oh.  Never knew the neck could be so...interesting.  And when you whisper in my ear like that...that's good too.  Like at the pool table.  So....what do you like?  'Cause, unlike me, you've actually had human-type people touch you, and you might have some idea."

Liam chuckles again and he keeps talking in William's ear. "So you like the whispering, my hands, me licking and biting your neck. you're going to be interesting. Lets see as for me, if it's kinky then I like it. Not that I don't like non-kinky cause I do. But kinky is fucking like a drug for me. Talking dirty for example oh you just have no fucking idea, roleplay also good. I'm kind of twisted which makes me think that now this whole situation shouldn't've freaked me as much."

"Roleplay?  Like...what?  Master/slave stuff?"  William's cock gets harder just thinking about it, and his hands move to Liam's back and scratch lightly down it.

Liam moans and grips tighter in William's hair. He spreads his legs on either side of William's body and he pulls him towards him with his free hand. "Yes, master/slave...daddy and his baby...well for you it would be daddy and his baby boy...oh ok, that's fucking kinky. Buy there's this one...one I saw on a porn once but I never fucking used it, couldn't even get the words past my lips but when I heard the chick say it to the guy I came without touching myself at *all*."

William scoots in closer, his torso touching Liam's now, their cocks almost brushing.  "What was it?" he asks breathily, not even able to imagine something that kinky.

Liam licks his lips, opens his mouth, shuts it, and licks his lips again.  Then he closes William's eyes. "If you don't look at me, I might be able to say it. Ok...fuck...ok.." Liam leans over and whispers into William's ear, all sultry, "My little whore...you're my little whore aren't you?" He clenches his eyes shut and waits for the backlash.

William shivers and gasps.  "Fuck.  That's...that's... that's so fucking hot.  Let me try it."  He pitches his voice just a little lower, and lets it roll of his tongue like honey.  "I'm your little whore, Liam."

Liam's hand pulls almost painfully in William's hair and he shudders so hard it's like he is having a seizure. He freezes and his hand drops to his lap. He whispers, a bit embarrassed, "Oh, fucking hell."

William looks down.  "You weren't kidding, were you?  Mmmmm. Definitely remembering that.  Gonna use that one a *lot*.  Especially since it gets me hot as bloody hell too.  Read too many Victorian erotica books that used that word not to get a stiffy off of it."

Liam lets go of William's hair to drop back to the bed and he shakes his head. "No not kidding. Not at all. I told you I'm disturbed and you should run far, far away."

William leans forward, resting on Liam's chest, his rock hard cock rubbing against Liam's stomach.  "Not a fucking chance.  You lucked out.  I may not have done much, Liam, but I've read *lots* of books. Kinky ones.  And I have quite an imagination.  So...kink away.  Look on it this way...you've got a really eager virgin with an active imagination and a lot of knowledge at your disposal."

Liam swallows hard imagining this. Imagining taking William in so many ways for the first time. Hell most those times will be his first times but has so many tricks and such a wide vast dirty brain. He starts to fantasize scenarios, then he snaps out of it. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck...god damn it...oh I'm dirty, I'm dirty."

"Good.  'Cause I'm hoping to do lots of dirty things with you." William says.  He rubs his erection against Liam's crotch.

Liam gasps and starts to harden instantly. He looks down, grips William's arms and pulls him up his body but their erections connect more. Liam pants out. "Steps...fuck...steps, Will. God, what the fuck are you doing to me?"

William moans.  "Sorry."  He rolls off him and lays down on the bed.  "Just...all worked up."  He lays there, painfully erect.  "I'll just go off to my room and wank, then I'll be all right."

Liam rolls over on top of William pinning him with his body weight alone and he shakes his head. "It wasn't a bad declaration, Will-- fucking not by a long shot." Liam runs his fingers down William's face and he rubs his finger tips around his cheekbones then into the grooves. "God, I just want to understand what the fuck is going on. Why do I want this so much? Why do I feel like I *need* it?"

William lies there, pleasantly crushed under Liam's weight, trembling as Liam strokes his cheekbones.  "I don't have the answers anymore than you do.  I swear, though, I was done for from the first time you stared at me with those eyes."

"I stared at you the first time I met you. You can't tell me it's been that long."

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure it was.  I've never been that upset that easily by anyone ever.  You got under my skin.  You disturbed me. For heaven's sake, I was all worried about what you would think of me like some teenybopper with a crush.  I wrote it all off to irritation, but I'm not that easily irritated.  Not usually."

Liam looks into William's eyes. "We're going to do this, aren't we? I mean I'm 18, you're 17, we're related through marriage, we're both guys, you're tiny and I'm huge, and this is like only fucking getting hotter which each damn thing  I say." Liam drops his head to William's shoulder and he moves his hands to William's and threads them with his. "Just don't leave, ok?  Thats all I wanted just for you not to leave."

William sighs happily.  "No, I won't leave."

"Good, want me to climb off now?  `Cause I will."

"Only if you're planning on doing something about that stiffy I have.  Otherwise, no, it feels good.   Like waking up in your arms yesterday morning, all snug and held.  If I hadn't had to go to the restroom, I would have just stayed until you woke up." William smiles.

Liam nods and yawns. "Ok, I'll stay then like this. But we need to sleep. I need to actually go to school and I need to break up with Liz. I'm a bastard but not a fucking bastard."

William nods.  "Ok. Sleep.  Sleep sounds good.  If we're gonna sleep, let's get like the other day.  I slept real nice like that."

Liam nods rolls off and spoons behind William. He pulls him close and wraps his arm around him. Then he pulls the blanket over them. "Ok, just like the other day.  Go to sleep, Will..I got you."

William lets his body relax, just enjoying the closeness and warmth of Liam without thinking about all the sexy yummy goodness.  Slowly he is able to let go and sink off into sleep.

Liam falls asleep not too far behind.

~Part: 5~

Liam falls asleep not too far behind. When morning comes, the alarm goes off and this time Liam wakes first and nudges William. "Will, get up."

Will stirs sleepily.  "Damnit, don't wanna get up.  Too comfy."

Liam smiles softly. "Have to, come on-- but look at it this way. We go to school today and we get the next three off, then the weekend, `cause of teachers conferences and an inservice day."

"Ok.  I'm headed to the pool for my practice."  William drags himself out of the bed and off to his room to pull on his speedo and head for the pool.

Liam smiles, rolls back onto his stomach, and passes back out.   He figures William will wake him back up.

A wet naked William bounces back into the room and leaps on Liam.  "Time to wake up, sleepyhead.  C'mon.  I'll cook breakfast. Not naked, of course, 'cause that would sting."

Liam opens his eyes and mock pouts. "But you would be so hot and cute. Damn that kinky fantasy to hell for me."

William giggles.  "You *are* a kinky bastard.  Next you'll have me in a maid's outfit."

Liam smirks. "Complete with feather duster?"

William playfully smacks his arm.  "Oh, no.  I've created a monster."  He looks down at Liam's crotch.  "And so did god, apparently."  He grins.

Liam sits up, grips William's face, leans over kissing him softly and slowly, then he pulls back and jumps off the bed, heading out of the bedroom to shower, throwing over his shoulder, "Yeah God created something but I think somebody tweaked me a little before I landed."

William giggles, gets up, and goes off to dress.  All too soon they are ready and head off for school...

The school morning passes til lunch, and the gang is all sitting outside eating. Liam walks up and looks at Gunn. "Seen Liz?  She wasn't by her locker waiting for me."

Gunn shakes his head. "No, dude, clueless as to where the hottie you call your girlfriend is."

Liam sighs and sits down next to Gunn. "Shit."

Gunn raises a brow. "What's going on?"

"Oh you'll see."

A short while later Liz comes walking by.  "Hi, Gunn," she says, pointedly ignoring Liam.

Liam reaches out and grasps her hand. "Elizabeth, I need to talk to you."

"Oh, so I *exist* now, unlike the other night when you *abandoned* me at the party?  I was *so* humiliated!"

Liam stands up. "You always exist, Liz. I just had a shitty time and I wanted to go home. I'm sorry. I have to tell you something."

Groo walks out with Wes, Xander and William.

Liz crosses her arms.  "Ok.  Go ahead.  Tell me."

Liam takes a deep breath, then he says softly, "Elizabeth, I'm breaking up with you."

Liz screams at the top of her voice.  "You're breaking up with me! *You're* breaking up with *Me*?  Why?  I've done everything you ever asked.  I played all those kinky games, I wore those costumes....I even got your stepbrother laid!"

Liam claps a hand over his face and groans. "Liz, I'm breaking up with you because I'm not in love with you anymore and I don't want to use you."

Liz rears back and slaps him.  "You SHIT!  This was never about love, ever!  You never would say you loved me.  But I put up with it 'cause you're so good looking and the quarterback.  And *this* is the thanks I get.  I intend to tell every girl in this school all about your filthy little habits so no one but the skanks and the sandwich twins will sleep with you!"  She storms off.

Wes looks over at Liam.  "Well, you *do* always like being the center of attention."

Liam rubs his cheek and snorts. "Yeah. Well, I tried to catch her by her locker but I guess public humiliation won out, English."

Gunn hisses and stands, patting Liam's back. "Dude, dude, dude man. I swear are you on crack. She is like the hottest chick in this school."

Liam rolls his eyes. "I got tired of using her, ok. So I let her go. I did the right thing."

Gunn holds up his hands. "No, I'm with you.  But hey, do you like mind if maybe I.?"

Liam cuts him off. "No, go for it. Have fun."

Gunn claps and hugs Liam. "You're the bomb, man, thanks.  I'm out-got a  girl to comfort." And Gunn runs off.

Groo walk up and pats Liam's shoulder. "Are you all right, my friend?"

"I'm fine Groo."

"Hopefully she does not spread those rumors. You may not date for a while if she does. Which is vile and hateful if she stoops so low. You did the right thing."

Liam looks up and catches William's eyes. "Oh, don't worry.  I don't I have to worry about girls for a while."

"Ah yes-- time off is a good idea." Groo says.

William looks back and Liam and throws in a small wink when he is sure no one is looking.  Then he walks over, patting Liam on the shoulder.  "That was quite a slap.  You all right, big guy?"

Liam says sarcastically but knows William will get his hidden meaning. "Well-- you know-kinky-- so it kinda turned me on."

Xander walks up and holds out his sub. "Want comfort food?"

Liam makes a eww face. "No, you freak-- get it out of my face."

Xander shrugs and takes a huge bite saying around a mouthful of food. "Your lose, my gain, Mister."

Wes looks over at Liam.   "Well, Liam, it looks like you will have to get a new status in the group.  Kinkmeister extraordinaire, perhaps?"

Liam mock laughs. "Ha, ha, you know what?  Fuck off, English. You're just mad `cause you bore your sex partners to death before you can sleep with them. Now shut it or I'll tell everyone about how you like to sob like a bitty baby during Disney movies."

Xander and Groo laugh.

Wes bows with an elaborate flourish.  "I bow before your superior wit and repartee.  That, and the fact you could beat me to a pulp."  He looks over at William.  "Perhaps William could take over your old job.  According to the tales Jenny is spreading, he is considerably well...equipped for the job."

Liam looks at William. "Going to fight for my job? Want to be the king cock?"

William holds up his hands in mock surrender.  "No.  I too, bow before you on the grounds that you could beat me up."

Liam looks back at Wes. "There you have it--title intact.  Now, I got classes to atttend." The bell rings then everyone scrambles to go to their classes. When Liam and William turn a corner, Liam shoves William into a nook in the building wall, pushes him up against the wall, kisses him hard and passionately, then releases him, smirks and disappears back out, walking away.

William gasps for a moment before he pulls himself together and heads off to class.  *Shit.  He's probably never going to stop surprising me*

The rest of the day passes entirely too slowly.  Finally it's day's end and the two boys climb into the Viper to head home.

Liam pulls out of the school parking lot and cracks his jaw as he drives down the street. "So why didn't you try to vie for my lovely title when you knew I didn't need it anymore?"

" 'Cause.  First off...I happen to be in a position to know yours is bigger."  William chuckles.  "Second...Wes was just trying to pull your chain.  I could see that, and my job as loyal stepbrother is not to make waves.   And third...you could beat me to a pulp.  Not kidding there.  And I have to act like your stepbrother at school, not your," and he swallows hard before saying the word, "lover."

Liam nods, reaches one hand over, keeping one controlling the wheel, and runs his fingers over William's lips. "Say that again."

"Lover," William repeats, slower, his voice caressing the word.

Liam smiles when the tingles from feeling the word being spoken travel from his fingertips down his arm, and then he puts his hand back on the wheel. A few minutes later they arrive home and Liam pulls into the garage and gets out of the Viper, sitting on the hood.

William comes around the car and leans against Liam, kissing him hungrily.  "Been wanting to do that all day."

Liam grins. "Was it because I pushed you into a nook in a wall and pushed you against a wall kissing you when we have a 75% chance of being caught?"

William grins.  "Yes.  That and I've discovered I really like boy kissing."

Liam chuckles, grips William's hips, bringing him tight against him, and kisses him again, this time slow, exploring the taste and feel of his mouth on his own.

William lets himself be pulled and manipulated, opening his mouth and letting Liam do with him what he will.  It's a little scary...William suddenly knows that pretty much whatever Liam wants him to do, he will do.  He moans and wriggles closer.

Liam bites gently into Will's lower lip as he tucks one hand under Will's shirt, pressing his fingers at the base of his spine, moving in tiny almost non-existent circles.

William moans again.  One hand goes to Liam's upper back, pressing their torsos closer.  The other moves up to stroke his face.

Liam pulls back after a few more minutes and his eyes are completely dilated. "I think we got kissing down."

"So...." William's voice trails off a little, then he coughs and continues.  "Can we...go to your bedroom, and maybe try some other things?"

"Wow, you're eager.  Admiring that, I am, seriously. Yeah come on." Liam walks into the house, locks all the doors, then heads up to his room. He takes his jacket off, hanging it up, then he kicks off his shoes. He turns on some music, then turns it back off,  `cause that's way too gay right now and they have enough to worry about as is.

William follows his lead, taking off his jacket and shoes, and then starting to remove his shirt.  He's wondering if they are going to get naked now or later.

Liam sees this and takes a small breath.  He reaches for the hem of his t-shirt, taking it off as well, then they both stand there clueless and half naked. Liam gestures to the big flat screen t.v. on the wall. "Want to watch t.v.?"

William shakes his head.  "Not really.  Much rather look at you. Touch you.  Have you touch me.  Is that terrible?"

Liam shakes his head, walks to the door, shuts and locks it, then comes up behind Will, plasters himself against his back, and sets his head on top of Wills. "No, not bad, sorry. Was stupid to ask, just nervous. Liam Frances O'Donnell is nervous, tell anyone I'll kill you."

"Your secret is safe with me," William says seriously.  "All your secrets are safe with me."  William leans back, rubbing against Liam, just feeling the play of muscles against him, the sensation of skin on skin.  He inhales the sweet and musky fragrance of Liam's exposed skin.  "You smell good," he says, then opens his eyes.  "Ok, that just sounded really gay, didn't it?"

Liam chuckles and shakes his head, "No, Will, it sounded just fine." Liam tilts his nose into Will's hair and takes a whiff, then he nuzzles bringing his arms around Will's smaller frame, stroking the silky smooth skin. "You smell good too, feel good."

William moans again and shivers.  "I love your voice.  So commanding and deep."  He twists around so he is facing Liam and plants kisses on his chest and neck.  "Mmmm.  You taste good too."

Liam looks down at Will. "Commanding? Well I guess. I have that habit of let's go, no not that one this one, not her, her. My fucking god-- you've just let me do it to you for days."

William nods.  "Yeah.  Remember, wimpy little Mama's boy here.  I'm used to being ordered around, to giving in.  I just never realized til *you* did it that I *liked* it...that it made me hot."  He shivers and kisses some more on his neck.

Liam tightens his arms around Will and scratches his fingernails lightly up his back. "Now, don't tell me that. I won't ever stop. Remember, kinkmeister extraordinaire here."

William shudders, hard, sucking on a tender bit of skin at the pulse point at the base of Liam's throat.  "You want me to lie?  I'm not good at it.  It makes me fucking hot when you tell me what to do." William gets harder and gasps.  "When you whisper in my ear in that fucking hot way and tell me what you want to do to me, what you want me to do.  Bloody hell, I practically came from you telling me how to shoot pool."

Liam swallows hard and his cock twitches. He looks deep into Will's eyes, his own turning black from the intense feelings he is getting from these declarations. It gives him some insane thrill to be this powerful, have this much leeway, this much say over another human being. He slides his hand down now, slowly, not taking his eyes off Will. He slides two fingers under the waist band of Will's jeans and he just brushes his fingers over the top curve of his ass. His breathing starts to become labored and uneven. "Jesus...Oh Jesus."

William gasps.  "Oh, fuck, that feels good.  Can we...can we get naked now?  And can I...take your jeans off you?"

Liam just nods, afraid to move or  to do anything other than what he is at the moment.

William reaches down and starts undoing Liam's pants, unsnapping them and then unzipping them.  "No underwear," he smiles.  "Just like me."  He starts pulling them down, kneeling as he does so.  His mouth ends up a bare inch from Liam's cock, and just for the hell of experimenting, he blows a warm soft breath over it.

Liam chokes out a whimper at the feel of the breath and the sight of Will on his knees.  His cock turns to steel in five seconds flat and he closes his eyes truing to be good, trying to be calm.

William swallows hard. "Fuck.  *I* do that to you?  Just with a little breath?"

Liam waves his arms in a wide gesture down towards Will, still keeping his eyes closed.  "And you on your knees...on your knees in front of me...like right there...just like an inch the hell away. Guy or not it's fucking hot."

William shivers again.  "Good to know I can do it to you.  I better get up though...  'cause I really don't know what I'm doing down here and I'd probably do it wrong anyway."  He gets up, standing in front of Liam, and unzips his jeans, sliding out of them.  "Ok, all naked now.  So...you've had women suck your cock, right?  You know what is supposed to be done?  So you can, like, teach me?"

Liam's eyes open and he looks like is about to pass out. "Teach...teach you?"

"Yeah.  So I can do it for you.  Or don't you want me to?  I thought from that reaction you just had that's what you were thinking about."

"It was, oh fuck it was. Jesus Christ Will, I'm fucking nervous and I have no fucking idea what to do. I don't know who should do what, and how to do most of it. I didn't want to assume or make you do anything you didn't want to do either. So I just I'm a little surprised is all."

William nods.  He snuggles in closer.  Naked now, their erections brush lightly over each other.  "Yeah.  I'm surprised at myself. But...I think about it.  When I wank off.  What you could do to me. What I could do for you.  What you might want me to do."  His skin prickles momentarily in gooseflesh from the excitement and then smoothes again.  "And you know more.  I mean, I've read and stuff, but you've watched pornos and had sex--- with women, but still sex, so you at least have some idea of what to do.  I just have to imagine, and my imagination is going wild thinking about you and me."

Liam pulls Will tight to him again and rubs his arms. He is silent for a bit, then he says gently, "Are you sure you want to do that? You want me to teach you?"

William nods.  "I do.  I want to..."  and his voice pauses and gets low and raw, "suck your cock."

Liam shudders and groans deep. "Oh you fucking evil, wonderful boy." Liam lets go of Will to sit at the edge of the bed.  He spreads his legs then gestures between them. "Come here."

William obediently comes over to stand between Liam's legs.  "Yes, Liam?"  He asks, quivering expectantly.

"I'm going to teach you. Now on your knees," Liam says as calmly as he can manage.

William sinks to his knees.   His cock is rock hard.  "Fuck, when you just said that...I just about came."  He looks up at Liam, his lips just almost touching Liam's erect massive cock, but not quite.

Liam nods a bit, his eyes stuck to Will's. "I get that I truly do. Ok now...fuck...ok. Basically, it's not a thing most people can do or like to do. So you need to decide on your own once you try it out. You have to relax your throat, you have to breathe through your nose.  Those two things help the process, girls say. Licking and sucking are definite pluses. Teasing is also good. You know, engulfing just the head and swirling your tongue around the tip, into...fuck...god into the slit. Basically do what feels right-- those things are just things I like. Also there's swallowing but you have to be able to deep throat to the base, and, well-- not like you're a professional, so don't worry about that right now."

William listens carefully.  "Ok.  I'm going to try.  I'm probably going to do it all wrong and mess it up, but...here goes."  He starts out taking tentative licks on the head of Liam's cock, testing the taste, and then moving his mouth forward taking the head of his cock into his mouth.  It is warm and the skin oh-so-delicate and he starts licking, playing, making little patterns with his tongue, darting in and out of the slit.

"Ohhh fuck...fuck...so far...so good." Liam moans as he threads his fingers in the blanket below.

William, encouraged by this, starts taking more and more of the monster member into his mouth, relaxing his jaw.  He is at a loss for what to do with his hands so he rests them on Liam's inner thighs, then almost unconsciously starts stroking the soft skin there.

Liam keeps his eyes on Will he won't look away even when he has the urge to buck or arch his neck.  He stays still, just watching this play out and enjoying it more than he ever thought he would, and it just started. "Good, god doing so good, Will."

William's blue eyes look up, big and trusting, into Liam's, wanting to make sure Liam meant what he was saying.  He was so afraid of doing it wrong.  He keeps pushing, his mouth now nearly filled with Liam's cock.  It is brushing the back of his throat.  Luckily his gag reflex is not strong, and he supresses it.  His hands have moved up the inner thighs and reached the balls, and his fingers tentatively stroke the soft skin of the balls.  He begins to bob his head back and forth, sucking in his cheeks.  His tongue licks and curls around the cock as it moves in his mouth.

Liam's gaze finally breaks as he moans raggedly, his neck arching back, his fingers tightening in the sheets. "Fuccckkk, oh fucking god, oh yes, oh fuck yes Will."

William hums happily, pleased he is doing well.  He decides after some more bobbing to...try...the swallowing thing.  So he relaxes his throat a lot and swallows, taking the head of Liam's cock into his throat and holding until he has to breathe.  Then he backs off and starts bobbing again.  His hands are now playing with and fondling Liam's balls, just like he likes to play with his own during a good wank.

Liam in utter awe finds he can't hold back any longer and he cums shooting and screaming down Will's throat, his fingers nearly tearing the sheets. "Willll, fuccccckkkkk."

William is surprised as the warm salty fluid enters his mouth and throat, and he struggles to swallow it.  He expected it to be nasty but it's not.  He finishes swallowing and pulls his mouth back, looking up at Liam.  "So,"  he says, his voice tentative and trembling, "Did I.. do it okay?"

Liam panting and looking extremely embarrassed but also turned on, pants out, "Are you fucking insane? I've lasted hours during blow jobs. I couldn't keep my shit together with you for five minutes. I think you did pretty fucking well, yes."

William smiles.  "Good.  I was so worried...I want to please you so much."  He blushes, as he struggles to find words for what he needs to say next.  "But..."  he falters, "But Liam...now I need to cum. I'm so fucking hard I can't stand it.  Do you want me to wank or something?  Or...do you...maybe...wanna touch it?"

Liam swallows and lands straight back to earth. He looks down at the object of his secret and very deep desire. Thus far he has gotten away with being vague with what he wanted what he needed. Why he wanted this and how nothing else was going to compare. But now, now it was literally bobbing in his eye sight and he couldn't ignore it any longer. He whispers* "Stand up."

William stands up in front of Liam, trembling, his cock hard with need and weeping pre-cum.  He doesn't know what to do with his hands so he puts them behind his back, unconsciously thrusting his hips forward more.

Liam reaches back and grabs Wills ass cheeks and pulls him forward. He looks up at Will then he looks at his cook. He takes a deep breath, releases it, then leans his face forward where he trails out his tongue and very tentatively swipes it over the head of Will's cock.

William hisses in pleasure.  "Fuck.  Didn't expect....oh bloody hell."  He shakes and closes his eyes.

Liam brings Will closer and looks up. "No, open your eyes. Look at me- - I want you to look at me."

William's eyes fly open.  "Yes, Liam," he says in a sweet submissive tone, loving it.  "Eyes open."  He looks down at Liam.

Liam swallows again and nods. "Good, good boy. Such pretty eyes-- so pretty. I want to see your pleasure," Liam says softly, then he moves forward again, opening his mouth, engulfing the head of Will's cock and swirling his tongue around slowly.

"Fuck, Liam.  You manage to be in charge even when you're sucking my cock.  I might as well call you Master and get....ohgod...it over with.  Ohhhh.  Fuckkkkkk.  That's so good."

Liam smiles up at Will with his eyes and he gently nips at the head of his cock . Then he digs his tongue into the slit of his cock, tasting, and finding he doesn't mind the taste at all, and secretly awaiting when Will cums so he can drink that down as well, tasting his fluids.

William moans and threads his fingers into Liam's hair, trying to stay upright and keep looking into Liam's eyes.  He knows he won't last long...he started out so close, it won't take much of this exquisite treatment to make him cum.

Liam keeps sucking and licking what he can, then he decides to move further. He breathes through his nose and then relaxes his throat, licking and sucking his way down Will's cock.

William feels and sees his cock disappear into the silken warmth of Liam's mouth.  He trembles, trying to hold back, wanting as much as he can before he cums and this experience is over.  "Ohhhh.  Ohhhhh. Yesssss.  Fuck yes.  Damn.  Oh Liam so bloody fucking wonderful."

Liam, fueled on and pleased by this, pulls back fast takes another breath, and bobs back down, swallowing hard.

This is too much for poor William.  "Fuck cumming NOW damnit right fucking buggering now!"  And he cums, hard, his whole body spasming, as he releases into Liam's mouth and throat.

Liam grips hard on Will's ass and swallows every bit, not letting any of it go. He moans around Will's cock at the taste then he slowly pulls back and releases him. He brings his fingers up to his swollen lips and coughs, blushing when he realizes what he did and with the enthusiasm he did it with.

William's legs are weak and trembling.  "Fuck, Liam...I'm gonna fall down.  That was...that was... I don't have any words for how good that was."

Liam looks back and he grabs William's hand and brings him to the bed next to him. "Sit.  Get your bearings back. Thanks...for...yeah."

William sits down, hard, his legs giving out even as they bend.  "It's...it's pretty official now.  That was definitely full-on gay kinda stuff.  Not just kissing and touching."

Liam looks forward and nods. "Yes, definitely full-on gay kind of stuff. I sucked your cock...and I fucking enjoyed it...*a lot*...definitely gay-type feelings, Will."

William shivers.  "Ooo, I liked it when you said the words.  Damn. Such dirty, nasty talk.  Whoever thought such a good little Mama's boy would says, 'suck your cock' and mean it?  And love doing it.  I honestly didn't expect, though... I mean, I've read stuff.  And I know in these kinda gay things there is supposed to be someone in charge-- the top-- and someone who takes orders -- the bottom.  And usually the top *doesn't* do what you just did.  But, of course, you managed it while never losing charge.  You are *so* definitely the top."

Liam looks at Will now, his eyes sparkling. "You keep telling me that. I don't know why but each time you do.fuck...damn it. my cock twitches and I want to do things, things I never have done with anyone with you. Liz has no idea really how fucking kinky I can be but you keep fueling it. I don't know why I did it. I just know I wanted to. I had to know.  From the moment I saw your...I just had to."

William swallows.  "Oh.  You wanted to...suck my cock?  Really? Oh.   And like what kinda kinky things?"

Liam rubs his palms together. "Yes I wanted to.  But yes, ok, I did, and I do what I want." Then he turns towards Will and he looks up then down his body slowly. "Sick, twisted little things that they only write about in the nastiest porn magazines Will. You read use your imagination."

"I have a lot of imagination," says William.  "I guess we can have a lot of fun...bringing that stuff to life.  With each other."  He rests his hand casually on Liam's thigh, stroking it.  "You didn't ask, though, and I figured you would.  About the hair."

Liam looks at the hand on his thigh and he nods, muttering, "Been trying not to think about it much."

William chuckles.  "Oddly enough, it's for swimming.  Hair creates drag.  Lots of swimmers do it.  I get waxed.  All over.  It's kinda sexy in a masochistic kinda way.   The warmth and the little bit of pain over and over and over."

Liam swallows and concentrates harder on the hand on his thigh. "Uh huh. It's cool, honestly, doesn't bother me. No, no, bothering me not at all."

"So..." William smiles wickedly as he decides to use the word again he learned yesterday.  "What do you want to do next with your little whore?"

Liam covers Will's mouth and shakes his head. "Please oh fucking please don't. I'm a hair's-breadth away from not caring about care. I'm talking Deliverance-type actions where I bend you over something, not caring if you're comfy, and just going to town. Please, Will, want to do this right. But you keep making something inside me just want to take, have, possess-- it's so fucking hot, but it's scary too."

William nods, eyes wide.  When Liam takes his hand away he whispers out,  "Okay.  I'm too pushy, too needy.  I get it."  He pushes back on the bed and lies back, tossing an arm over his face.  "I'll be good."

Liam looks down at his hands and he is quiet for a bit.  When he looks up he moves over to where Will lays. He grabs the arm thrown over Will's face and brings it down to his crotch where he opens his hand and curls it around his cock that grows instantly rock hard again as soon as it comes in contact with Will's hand.

William moans.  "Ohhh.  That feels so good.  That soft skin, that hard piece of flesh under it.  Never knew I'd want to touch a man's cock that wasn't mine."  He starts to move it slowly up and down, stroking.  "You want me to...do this?"

Liam tilts Will's body towards his and he nods, grasping Will's cock now as he starts to do gentle tugs up and down. "Yes, I want you to do this, as long as you're ok with it."

William nods frantically.  "Ok.  Oh yes.  Ok.  Definitely more than ok."  His eyes start to glaze over in pleasure as Liam strokes his cock.  "Oh.  Oh.  Oh fuck.  Liam.  I love your hands.  I am officially in fucking love with your hands."

Liam smiles and moves a bit harder but still going as slow.  "Why?"

"So big.  And strong.  And just a little rough.  And just the right amount of...of...of...pressure."  He moans.

Liam smiles and ups the tempo now, as he trails his other hand to Will's balls and he starts to stroke his finger up the sensitive vein.

William gasps.  "Bugger.  Liam, I can't concentrate on stroking you when your hands do that to me.  I can't think.  Hell, I can barely breathe."

"Don't worry about me then...because I'm not stopping til I see you cum and your beautiful face contorts in pleasure."

William moans again and his hand drops off Liam's cock and strokes onto his abs and chest.  "Oh, fuck.  Another word.  You don't know what it does to me, Liam, that word."

"What word, Will?" Liam asks.

William sighs and whimpers.  "Beautiful."

Liam nods, pumping faster and harder, his other hand pulling and tugging on Will's balls gently. "Ah, well, you are. You are so very beautiful, such a beautiful boy."

William cries out loud then, arching his neck, and his cock pulses in Liam's hand.  "Oh, fuck, god, getting close now.  That almost fucking pushed me over the edge."

Liam decides to be a bit brave, so, while pumping hard and fast, he trails the hand on Will's balls down the crease and he ever so softly takes the tip of one finger and moves it in a circle around Will's rear entrance.

William gasps and whimpers and then spasms, cumming hard all over Liam's hand.  "FUCK! LIAM!"  He cries out, arching hard.  He gasps and pants, trying to come back to himself.

Liam cums then without much stimulation as well when he watches Will arch so beautifully for him as he cums. "Oh hellllllll."

William looks over at Liam with wide blue eyes.  "Just the touch...just the suggestion...hell I don't know how I will ever last when it comes time for there to actually be touches back there." Then he looks down.  "But how...I wasn't touching you."

Liam swallows. "Your body, oh fuck it was so hot when you arched-- I just lost control knowing I caused it...I swear I'm capable of keeping my shit together I am. I just, you just...fucking hell too much, too good.  Any more and I may pop."

William nods.  "You wanna stop, then?  Go do something else and try not to think about this? 'Cause if we stay in here naked and rubbing on each other I'm pretty sure more stuff is going to happen."

Liam shakes his head. "No stay I want you to stay with me. Maybe we can rest, just sleep for a while.  That way, when I wake everything will have settled. And it wouldn't matter if you were in another room or down at the pool, I would want to touch you, and I would just go find you so I could-- so might as well just stay."

"Ok.  Wanna cuddle up like before?  I'd like to do it front to front but that might be too much."  William says, scooting up onto the bed and positioning himself.  "You really want to touch me that much?"

Liam pats the bed in front of him. "Front to front I can do. It can't possibly be worse then having my cock nestled right where it wants to go now, can it? And yes I want to touch you that much-- see previous statement to prove point."

William moves in, snuggling, making himself comfortable against the broad expanse of Liam's chest, nuzzling his head in the curve of Liam's neck.   He puts his hands on Liam's shoulders and pulls his body in close and tight.  "I like touching you too.  I like the feel and warmth of your skin on mine."  He settles in.  "Is this good?"

Liam nods and throws his arm around Will.  "This is fine. Whole day tomorrow. When we wake we can decide how we want to spend it. In bed or in bed doing interesting and new things. But sleep for now-- just sleep."

William nods.  He *is* a little sleepy, cumming so close back to back, and he is lulled to sleep in the warmth of Liam's embrace.

next