Some Kind of Wonderful

AUTHORS: Salustra and Myst

Parts: 11 - 15

(Parts 1-11 the work of Salustra and Pet)

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~Part: 11~

William moans. "Certainly not thinking *now*... about anything except getting to that bed." He keeps driving and soon they are back at the hotel. They go up to the room and as soon as they are inside William starts removing his clothes.

Liam starts stripping his off as well. When he is naked he slips into the bed on all fours, tilting his upper body down towards the bed, his ass tantalizingly up in the air.

William grabs the lube and starts preparing Liam, first one finger, then two. His other hand runs up Liam's back and strokes over the tattoo.

Liam shivers and pushes back against the fingers invading him. "Want you Will, need you please don't make me wait."

Will moans. "Ok Liam, coming now." He pulls out his fingers and presses in smooth and deep. "Ohhhh fuuuuuuuck that's good." He starts moving back and forth in smooth long strokes.

Liam rubs his head against the blanket keening. "Harder, harder baby."

William pushes harder and faster. He worries sometimes that he can't do it hard enough to make Liam happy. That thought spurs him to press even harder, angling deeper.

Liam moans into the sheets. "Yessss oh yesyes fuck yes...so good."

William groans and whimpers at the feel of Liam's tight ass on his cock. "Oh god fuck so damn tight, so good."

Liam moans long and raggedly as he humps back against Will. "You feel so good, so good, so thick. God, you feel good Will."

William moans and reaches under and grasps Liam's cock, starting to pump it in time with his thrusts as he draws closer to climax.

Liam's body becomes a mass of erratic jerks and bucks his body only seconds away from cumming.

William whispers, "Cum with me, Liam, please," as he cums into Liam's grasping back channel.

Liam releases at the same time cumming into the sheets. Then he slumps into the bed.

William rests for a while on Liam's back. Then he pulls out and slides over next to him on the bed, stroking his face.

Liam kisses Will's fingers. "Hey, beautiful."

William smiles. "Hey handsome. Wow, your eyes are almost black right now."

"Are they? Is it creepy?" Liam asks

"No, it's kinda cool. Makes you look more imposing, more regal...okay, too many high-flown adjectives for right after sex but wow."

"I like your high-flown adjectives, Will." Liam runs his fingers over Will's lips. "Hell, I just like you period, everything about you. You make me happy."

"You make so happy too, Liam," William says. *I wonder if I'll still make him happy after he loses everything because of me, though.*

"We'll go back tommorow if you want. And we'll dance all night and if he is there who cares we'll ignore him. Would you like that?"

William's eyes tear up a little. "I just want to be with you. I don't care where. But yes, I'd like to go back and dance and make all those guys watch us and feel your body moving with mine."

Liam nods "Then we'll go tomorrow. Let's rest now. We have all tomorrow to use this hotel to our advantage."

William nods. "Which way do you wanna snuggle, face to face or spoons?" Liam runs his hand over Wills face "Like this, face to you. So I can see you."

Williams smiles and snuggles in closer, resting against Liam's broad chest. "I lo...love doing this."

Liam whispers, pulling the covers over them both, "Me too. I can hug you like a bear this way-- the other way I'm like a ape, either way is good though." Liam kisses Will. "Get some sleep."

"You too." William relaxes and drifts off to sleep, putting aside all his worries and concerns and just enjoying the feel of Liam's arms around him.

Liam falls asleep soon after. In the morning he wakes and kisses the nape of Wills neck. then rubs his nose into the base of his skull into the downy hairs there.

William wakes up and says sleepily, "Good morning, Liam."

"Good morning, Will. Sleep well?" Liam asks.

Will nods and moves to kiss Liam. "Yes, very well. How about you?"

Liam purrs his best purr. "Like a big baby in the arms of the person they find the most comfort-that's how."

William grins. "I love it when you purr. Wanna order breakfast from room service?"

"Yes, the works too...pancakes, bacon, sausage, strawberries, syrup, whipped butter, biscuits, omelets, ham...you name it, have them bring it up."

William grins and grabs the menu. He places a call and puts in their order. "About thirty minutes they said." William's eyes gleam. "Time for a shower?"

"Can we get more messy first?" Liam asks, his devilish smile spreading like wildfire.

"What did you have in mind?" William asks, grinning back.

"Always wondered what it would be like to be a horse when the cowboy rode him. Care to show me?"

William waggles his eyebrows. "Sure. I've been to the rodeo."

Liam slides his body up a bit then reaches over and tosses Will the lube. "Well giddy-up baby. This horse is ready to ride."

William takes the lube and starts lubing up Liam's cock, stroking it to hardness. He straddles Liam and reaches back and carefully guides the cock into him and settles down slowly, groaning as he does so. Liam hisses in pleasure, lightly setting his hands on Will's hips but not guiding him. "Yesssss."

William gets fully seated and puts his own hands on Liam's chest, stroking as he starts to move slowly up and down. "Fuuuuuck. Oh this is soooo good."

"God, oh god shit yes...like a horse baby, ride me like a horse," Liam moans out.

William groans and chuckles. "Kinda fitting, really, since you're hung like one." He starts moving faster as he gets used to the position, sliding up and down.

Liam chuckles and groans gutturally all at once. "Ohhh, Ohhhh god what have I done without you? Don't even...know...how...I got...by...without these feelings, these sensations..."

William moans and throws his head back, crying out as he angles a bit to hit his prostate more firmly. "Don't know. I wasn't even alive until I met you."

"Apparently...I...wasn't...either...OOOOHHH son of a bitch...I can't...I can't last Will...soon, soon."

William lowers his hand and strokes his cock to get it the last little bit towards completion. "Let's cum together now!" He says as he lets go. Liam's back arches off the bed and he screams wordlessly, spilling and spilling until he slumps back to the bed to whisper, "Ok, think we can shower now for sure."

William levers up and off and stumbles on shaky legs towards the bathroom. "Yeah, shower."

Liam crawls off the bed, his legs wobbly like a newborn horse, and he laughs at that. He makes it to the shower and gets in with Will. "You're going to kill me before I'm thirty-five, you watch."

William chuckles. "Yeah, probably. I'm like a black widow, you know. Gonna kill you and inherit all your money."

Liam laughs. "*I* knew it! Just doing this for my cold hard cash. You mean, devious whore you."

William chuckles. "No, I'm really in it for something else hard you have." His eyes glitter as he looks up at Liam. "But I am a whore."

Liam's eyes close halfway in pleasure and he murmurs, his voice sugary, "God, I love it when you say that."

William nods. "And I love saying it. If for nothing else than to see your face like that."

"Say it again." Liam whispers as he backs Will up against the wall.

William's eyes sparkle as he murmurs, "I am your little whore."

Liam lifts Will and wraps his legs around his waist. "All mine?"

William nods. "All yours, only yours."

Liam groans as he slides in on their earlier coupling. "Ohhhh god yeah...my beautiful whore. So tight, so sweet, so mine."

William wraps his arms around Liam's neck as he pulls tighter against him. "Yessssss oh god fuck yessssss."

"Never letting you go, ever, ever...can't stop now, can't ever stop. Need you, want you all the fucking time. Need to touch you, smell you, be in you, have you say my name." Liam says as he pumps deep into Will's prostate on each thrust.

William cries out at each thrust and start repeating, over and over, "Liam, Liam, Liam..."

Liam cries out in ecstasy. Will's crying off his name only spurs him harder and deeper up into him.

William moves his mouth and starts kissing and licking Liam's neck and then he bites down with blunt teeth.

Liam cums with a howl, not even stopping to warn Will.

"Shiiiiittttttttttttttt!!"

Feeling Liam let go, William is pushed over the edge as well. As he hangs there, gasping, he says, "Liked...that...did...you?"

Liam pants out "Fuck...yes. Biting...very...good. Remember...biting." He lets Will down, gently slipping out of him, then he falls back against the wall letting the water stream over him.

William moves over and helps finish getting him clean. They both make it out of the shower and are wrapped warmly in the robes provided by the hotel just before breakfast arrives. The waiter wheels it in on a huge cart and leaves it for them by the dining area.

Liam starts to fill his plate then he sits down at the table. He starts digging in on the sausage making yummy noises. William grabs a pancake and rolls it around a sausage and dips it into the syrup. "Ok, now this is sheerly decadent." Liam hums in agreement while shoving a big bite of omelet in his mouth.

It takes them a good long while to eat, making pigs of themselves. After all, no dinner the previous night, and they were both ravenous. William moves to the living room and reclines on the couch. "Okay, what now?" Liam sits next to him looks at the tv, then looks to Will "Should we even dare?"

William chuckles. "Why not? It's not the possessed one at home, and I'm pretty sure you have to specially order porn before you get it at a hotel."

Liam breathes a breath of relief and grabs the remote, turning it on. "Thank god. Pick something."

William flips around til he finds a movie channel. "Oooo. The Fifth Element. Love that movie."

"Yeah me too. Love Chris Tucker and Gary Oldman. Also love Jean-Paul's clothes. All his designs pretty much throughout the movie. And yes I know how gay that sounds that I knew that. I'm a fashion junkie."

William grins. "I like the diva scene myself. Too cool. And Chris Tucker."

"Yes that's a really good scene. Her voice is phenomenal," Liam says.

They settle in to watch the movie. William leans over and lifts Liam's arm to wrap around him, snuggling in against him. Liam tightens his arm and kisses the top of Will's head. They proceed to make little comments here and there. Laughing at the funny parts and quiet during the sad ones. Liam grins every time Gary is evil but he explains it's only cause he plays it *so* well. William agrees. His favorite is Chris Tucker. He explains they got him into those outrageous outfits by *first* showing him sketches of ones that were even *more* outrageous. Liam laughs and then he proceeds to tell Will how Milla is one of the prettiest Models alive if only for her eyes alone. But she could use to eat a cheeseburger or twenty. Then he kisses Will's eyelids. "But your eyes are better." William hmmms. "You say the sweetest things. Luckily, I'm gullible and I believe them all."

Liam snorts. "I don't lie. I could've led Lindsey on, told him yeah ok I'll fuck you. But I didn't because I don't."

William's face falls a bit at the mention of Lindsey. "Yeah. I was only kidding."

Liam sighs and turns off the t.v. "Sorry."

William pulls his knees up to his chest and hugs them to him. "No biggie. Just...I had kinda put it out of mind for a while." He looks at Liam.

"Well I didn't. It's still here. I just covered it up."

"So you wanna talk about it?" William asks.

Liam leans his head back against the couch, looking at the ceiling. "About what? How my life will be ruined, no I don't think I do."

William's throat tightens. He puts his head down on his knees. "Yeah. Just thought I'd ask. Sorry."

Liam turns and looks at Will. "What are you looking so sad about? Did I once blame you for any of this?"

"No. I just feel bad for you, okay? I mean...I haven't really got anything to lose, but you do, and you're losing 'cause you are with me. So yeah, I feel bad for you."

"Don't, Will. It doesn't help me for you to pout and be sad about it. It only reminds me and agitates me because you have nothing to feel sorry for. I did what I wanted in the end. I do what I do with you because I want to, so don't feel bad-- you didn't make me."

Will nods and closes his eyes and breathes in and out several times. When he lifts his head there is no trace of distress. "Ok. So what now?"

"What do you suggest?"

"I think we ought to go play with the Jacuzzi. I've never been in a Jacuzzi."

"Well go on, go get it started and I'll be there soon." Liam says softly.

William smiles and runs into the bathroom. He strips off his clothes and starts running water into the Jacuzzi, reading the directions to see how to operate it.

Liam can hear Will working in the bathroom and he smiles softly. Their relationship is still so new and fresh. Liam finds he likes these parts where Will is predictable. He can even imagine him fluttering about like the nervous ball of energy he is. Trying to make everything perfect and good so that when he walks in he'll be pleased. Such a short time and Will already tries to please Liam beyond measure with everything he does. William finally gets the tub full and the Jacuzzi running. He lets out a little whoop of triumph at having gotten it right and shouts, "All ready, Liam!" He slides in and sinks into the hot, bubbling water and lets out a long, loud moan.

Liam stands and takes off his clothes. He needs this. It will calm him. He walks back and stops in the doorway, just watching Will luxuriate in the heat and the pounding jets.

William looks around at the magnificent figure of Liam standing there. He crooks a finger with a wicked smile. "C'mon. It's fan-bloody-tastic. Climb in with me."

Liam smiles and comes forward sliding into the Jacuzzi on the other side of Will, his legs on either side of Will's. He groans as the heat envelopes him and the jets pound steadily into his back. "Ohhhhhhh, this is the life."

William nods. "Yessssss. Oh, man, I could really get used to this." He moans and shifts and writhes a bit in the water.

Liam's eyes dilate and he whispers huskily, "Oh, that's just naughty." At the sound of Liam's voice, William opens his eyes and looks at Liam. His cock rises automatically in response to that sex-filled tone and his breathing shifts. It's amazing how in such a short time he has become attuned to that voice. He swallows. "Naughty?" He asks, in an innocent tone.

Liam smiles knowingly. He knows he's affecting Will and he loves every minute of it. His hand splays down his sweat-beaded chest. "You know what you were doing. Pushing your hips up and down like that, being all wanton with the water for my view. You're not stupid at all Will and you know it."

William's eyes sparkle and he moans again. "Yes. I'm being a little whore again, displaying myself like that. Am I being really naughty? Do you need to spank me?"

Liam chuckles softly, the sound so deep and sexy it could melt a ice block, and his voice is even more delectable. "You really want me to use that paddle, don't you?"

William's eyes widen and his breath quickens. He nods, not daring to say the words out loud.

Liam moans softly. "You have to be a badder boy if you want to be spanked, baby. Right now I'm not feeling inspired enough to spank your pretty bottom."

William licks his lips and nods again. He raises himself so the jets hit his ass and his erect cock breaks above the water. He starts writhing hard and moaning and hissing as the pleasure gets more intense, arching and spreading his legs.

Liam about cums from the sight alone--Will using the jets to bring himself pleasure, practically masturbating in front of him. He is so fucking turned on. "Feeling a bit inspired now," he whispers, his cock jerking in the water.

William angles now, letting one jet essentially penetrate him and he cries out and starts to jerk. It doesn't take long before he starts stroking his own cock and he cums, shouting, almost oblivious to Liam's presence.

Liam rubs his face and stands. He doesn't speak-- just gets out, grabs Will around his wet body, and carries him to the bedroom. He throws him gently to the bed, then walks over to the bags in the corner. He searches around until he finds the paddle and brings it out, tapping it against his hand and stands in front of Will. "You let something other than me inside you."

William whines and whimpers. "Yes, Liam. I was very, very naughty." His cock is hardening quickly against the bed.

Liam hums and taps the paddle harder against his hand, his cock almost purple, it's so hard. "Lift your ass in the air, Will."

William pulls his knees up under him, his ass now pushed provocatively in the air. His breathing is rapid now and his hands clutch the sheets.

Liam walks closer, his voice authoritative. "Tell me what you did wrong."

"I let something other than you enter me," says William, shivering now from the cool room air on his wet skin, sucking the heat from him.

"Are you sorry?" Liam asks as the fingertips of one hand ghost down one asscheek.

William nods. "Oh, yes I am. I am very sorry." His cock twitches as Liam touches him. He moans.

Liam smacks Will's ass when he moans. "You're moaning. Moaning doesn't make me feel you're sorry, William. How many smacks do you think you deserve, hmm?"

William thinks. "Ummmm...twenty?" He hopes that is enough.

"That's a nice even number. Count, Will, and no whining or I add more," Liam says he maneuvers himself in position and raises the paddle. He makes sure he doesn't swoosh too far back. He doesn't want to hit Will too hard. He has all these football muscles and would feel horrible if he bruised him. He brings the first crack down on Will's ass and waits to see how this will be received.

William cries out. It is painful and erotic all at once. "One!" he forces out.

Liam swallows and raises the paddle again this time swooshing a bit softer. The sounds of the paddle connecting with the flesh of Will's ass makes Liam's cock leak a bead of precum and he moans.

"Two!" Liam cries out and moans. His own cock is dancing. This is so fucking hot.

Liam makes himself get it together, raising the paddle, swooshing this time a bit harder twice in a row.

"Three! Four!" William grips extra hard into the sheets, his ass starting to warm and pinken under the stimulation.

Liam begins to pant, moves the paddle to his other hand, changes position and swings, paddling four times now fast.

"FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT!" William screams, his ass really tingling now, his nerves alive, the pain and pleasure mixing so he cannot really separate them.

Liam knows he won't make it to twenty and neither will Will, so he lightly taps his ass with the paddle two more times, then drops the paddle to kneel. He leans his head against Will's ass, rubbing the hot skin along his cheek, moaning softly.

William hisses and moans. "Oh, bloody fuck, Liam, that is so fucking sexy. Ohhhhh. Ohhhhh. Fuck. Like being one huge quivering nerve." Liam quivers and grabs Will's hips as he pushes his tongue out, flattening it and slowly dragging it up Will's hot and burning ass, cooling it.

William is whimpering and keening and moaning as Liam's tongue touches the hot and sensitive skin. "Yes, yes, oh yes, oh god, oh fuck..." he murmurs over and over.

When Liam has laved one complete asscheek he starts to blow his cool breath over the skin, watching it prickle and goosebump. Then he moves to the other and repeats the process.

By the time he has finished this, William can barely stay still on the bed. "Oh, please, god, Liam, fuck me please. Please, please, please."

Liam ignores this, now moving his tongue in between the crease of Will's ass and ever so slowly, softly, dragging his tongue up and down and each time his tongue hits the tiny quivering hole, he stabs his tongue forward into and immediately back out of it.

William trembles now, his body shaking with need and arousal. Liam's attentions are driving him mad with desire. He groans and whimpers and starts begging now. "Please, please, ohgod, please, fuck, so good, please, please, ohhhhhhhh yes fuck please...."

Liam slides up beside Will, his hand moving up then down the crease of his ass. He moves his face near Will's as he pushes two fingers into the spit-slicked hole, watching Will's face.

William keens in sheer joy and pushes back against the fingers. His face is an expression of pure bliss.

Liam smiles as he pushes deeper. "I like watching your face."

William looks at him, his eyes dilated and barely able to focus. His lips are slightly reddened and swollen from licking them and biting them. He half-closes his eyes as a wave of pleasure hits him. "My face?"

"Uhmm humm. The pleasure playing on it. There's nothing better than your face, Will. So pretty, so beautiful in pleasure it's luminous. It also makes me so horny knowing I do it all to you. So yeah, your face baby."

William moans again and then cries out as Liam brushes over his prostate. "Fuck! I must be nearly lighting up the room by now, then. This is....fucking intense."

"You are," Liam says, pushing another finger inside Will, pumping them at a angle harder and faster.

William's lips part then and his eyes close as he moans and cries out from the increased stimulation. "Oh, please please fuck me Liam oh please!"

Liam whispers now "But I love that even more."

"Love what?" William says, moaning. "The begging? I'll beg some more if you like. Hell, even if you don't like. Because I am about to die from wanting you inside me."

Liam grins "Just give me a kiss and I'll give you what you want."

William moves over more quickly than Liam would have thought possible and captures his lips, kissing for all he is worth, moaning into the kiss, opening up and licking at the same time.

Liam pulls his fingers out and then pulls Will tight against him, moving sideways so their bodies are plastered together. He pushes Will's leg up and over his hip, then whispers against his lips, "There now, you're just a push away, baby."

William pushes down, throwing his head back and crying out loud in sheer bliss and release of frustration from the long tease. He sinks down slowly on Liam's shaft, pushing harder and faster as he goes.

Liam moans loud and stills Will, his eyes sparkling. "Not so fast. What are you rushing for? Afraid I'm going to disappear?"

William whimpers and stops, his body trembling and quivering with tension and need. "Oh, bloody fuck, Liam, want you in me sooo bad."

"And I am in you Will." Liam says softly rubbing his fingers in the dip of Will's back. He loves it but is always told it is not as nearly as good as his own.

William keens and moans. "Oh, fuck ohgod, oh dear fucking god you're going to kill me."

"I will not. What am I doing?" Liam proclaims giving his best innocent expression.

"Holding me here, with you just partway in me, not moving. Ohhhhh fuck."

"Well, here then." Liam slides Will down until he is completely seated inside him, then he stills again. "Happy now?"

William's eyes roll back and he whimpers again. "Better. Better. But moving in and out would be best!"

"Nope, not time for that yet. Suffer away," Liam says with a tiny grin. He knows this teasing is driving Will nuts but it's giving him a happy beyond compare. He wants Will to snap...to take. Sometimes Liam likes a good fight in bed.

William is at the breaking point now. Punishment or not, he can't wait any longer. He starts moving up and down on Liam's cock, moaning and gasping as he does so.

Liam moves his arms, tightening them around Will, tsking. "Bad boy, naughty. Did I say to move?"

William struggles, squirming, twisting, pullling, pushing, trying as much as possible to get Liam's cock in and out of his ass. "CAN'T... WAIT... ANYMORE!"

Liam lets go and moves to his back, taking Will with him. He raises his arms above his head, a smile of satisfaction on his face. "Well then, better let you move then, huh?"

William cries out in joy and starts moving up and down, hard and fast, teased too long for anything else. His cock is being rubbed hard between their stomachs.

Liam delights just letting Will control this, take what he wants, what he desires.

William moves faster and harder, crying out, moaning, burying his face in Liam's neck to muffle his screams of delight as he draws closer and closer to climax.

Liam croons softly "Shhh, take what you want baby don't be ashamed...take everything you want."

Emboldened, William reaches down and takes Liam's hand and puts it on his cock, wrapping the fingers around it. "Everything?"

Liam tightens his fingers and starts to pump. "Yes, everything."

William keeps moving and it doesn't take long before his body is jerking and he's crying out, "Gonna cum...gonna cum...oh fuck Liam gonna cum soon!"

"Uhmm hmm that's nice...thanks for the information." Liam says calmly. He wants to see if this will work.

William can't wait any longer. He cums, screaming, and he clenches down on Liam's cock hard. He bucks and writhes and shudders on top on Liam. Liam cums silently, happy and sated, his smiles becoming wider and infectious.

William collapses, panting, happy, almost purring. "Fuck, bloody hell that was intense. Don't know if I can move now."

"You can stay just like that if you need to or want to. I'm comfortable," Liam replies.

William relaxes, nodding, eyes sliding closed. "Yeah... comfortable... right... here...." He starts drifting off into a pleasant post-coital sleep.

Liam murmurs, "Maybe a nap...just a little one, then we shower to go out...back to the club...do it right this time. Show them...show them all."

William nods. "Show 'em all." Then he falls asleep with Liam. A few hours later they stir and William heads for the shower, wiggling his ass at Liam.

Liam laughs "You are so not the poster child for innocent showers, do you know that?"

William giggles. "I know. So are you coming in with me or will I have to be naughty all alone?"

"I'm coming, I'm always coming with you, Will," Liam says, his double entrende not to be missed as he walks naked, following the wiggling sway of Will's ass.

An hour later and one *very* naughty shower later they both stumble out and eat the dinner brought up by room service. Then they head off to dress.

Liam dresses in tight dark blue jeans with a black belt with a huge silver buckle. He throws on a crisp white ribbed tank then throws a silk dark blue overshirt on top. He slides his trusty boots on and goes to style his hair.

Once again William is in leather pants, but this time the shirt is black mesh with metallic undertones that shows his pale white muscled chest perfectly underneath. He wears his hair in its usual tousled waves and slides into black boots.

Liam comes out, his hair in disarrayed spikes and he looks at Will, whistling. "Yummy. Come give me some sugar baby."

William chuckles and comes over to Liam, plastering himself against him and kissing him, long and passionately. He pulls back finally. "Mmmm. Better not do that too much more if we intend to make it there."

"Don't worry. You're not ready yet. Close your eyes for me," Liam says.

William closes his eyes. "Eyes closed, like a good boy."

Liam pulls the collar out of his back pocket then puts it around Will's neck, securing it comfortably, then he snaps the leash onto it, grinning as he loops his hand through it. "Now. Now you're ready and now they won't be confused."

William's cock hardens instantly, pressing against the tight leather, and his breath quickens. "Fuck this is so bloody hot."

"I know," Liam says cheekily and he starts to walk, dragging Will behind him, picking up his wallet on the way.

They draw a few stares walking through the lobby but William preens, loving the attention.

Then they climb into the Viper and head off again to E.J.'s. When they arrive, again, stares. And whispers. And a bit of a berth for them as they move through the crowd.

Liam stops off at the bar and ignores all eyes. "Two glasses of your finest Irish Whiskey nothing cheap." The bartender goes to ask Will and Liam snaps his fingers. "I already took care of him. Now go on." The bartender gives them a strange look but walks off. Liam grins wider and pulls Will to his side to kiss his head.

William practically purrs as Liam pulls him close. "I fucking love this," he whispers in Liam's ear. "Here comes the litmus test." A group of people presses by and neither of them have their asses grabbed.

Liam chuckles evilly. "I'm the shit." The bartender returns with their drinks and Liam tips his back in one then lifts Will's glass to his lips. "Here, baby, let me help you."

And William drinks the Irish whiskey with Liam's help, doing wicked things with his tongue in the glass that has several people around moaning and gasping at them. His eyes are bright when Liam finally takes the empty glass away.

Liam swoops down and captures Will's lips, devouring his mouth with his own, practically bringing all the whiskey Will drank into his own mouth-- the kiss is that powerful. His hand tightens on the leash, pulling them closer. The sounds of gasping and moaning only grow. Bodies push to get closer, to touch a piece of this art. Others not daring.

William moans into the kiss, pushing his body against Liam's, having to squirm just a bit to avoid some of the more venturesome hands reaching for him. One man comes up to Liam and says, "How much for him?"

Liam reaches out without thought or pause in his kissing and grabs the man's throat. He pauses in his vacuuming of Will's mouth only to say, "He is MINE...back off." Then he resumes his quest for the tonsil.

They stay pressed like this for some time until the press of the crowd dies down. Then, finally, they both come up for air. "Dance?" William asks hopefully.

Liam nods, his eyes dilated, and when he speaks, his voice is dopey. "Yeah." He walks backwards, letting a bit of slack in the leash so he can watch Will walk. Because he loves watching him move.

William moves every bit as sexily as he can manage. He knows eyes are on them and he wants to make Liam proud and also to turn him on as much as he can. They reach the dance floor and he moves up against Liam, grinding against him as the pounding rhythm starts.

Liam grips Will's hips starting to move back and forth with him. He closes his eyes, letting Will's body and the music lead him. Tipping his head, he licks slowly up Will's neck to his ear, where he purrs as best as he can manage to whisper, "We're driving them all nuts with want and jealousy, you know that, right?"

William nods. "Yes, oh fuck yes I can see them all looking. We are the hottest things on this bloody dance floor."

Liam runs his hand down Will's chest, then tucks his hand under his shirt to run it all over Will's sweaty smooth chest, grinding harder into his ass, showing all this club exactly who this boy belongs to.

William can't help it. He moans, loudly. His skin is alive everywhere Liam touches and his cock is being damn near strangled in the oh-so-tight leather pants as Liam grinds against him. Someone nearby exclaims, "Oh, please, just fuck him already!"

Liam laughs hard, picking Will up and wrapping his legs around his waist as the song ends and winking at him. "You heard the man. I better see to you." And he heads back to the back room. And a sea of rampant followers are not too far behind.

Will is a little uncertain of exactly what is happening until he sees where they are headed. Then he is nervous and excited all at once. He's not sure about having sex in front of strangers, but the idea makes him even harder if that is possible. "Oh, fuck, Liam. Didn't expect this. Are you sure?" he whispers in his ear.

Liam whispers back in Wills ear as they near a fence clearly set up for the kinkiest of visitors. "Just tell me no or you're not comfortable and we won't do this. All I need is the yes or no. I'm fine with either one, baby."

"Yes, I want to. Oh fuck I'm nervous but this is the hottest I've ever felt," William whispers back hoarsely.

Liam lets Will down, setting him against the fence then lowering to his knees, looking up into Will's eyes. He starts to undo Will's leather pants. "I'm going to go first. Let them gasp and stare at me before you. You just enjoy it." Then he lets Will's hard cock out and kneels up to suck it into his mouth as far as it will go. The room grows quiet, so quiet in fact the only sounds you hear is the music outside. Then a second later a whimper then a shush breaks the silence.

William holds onto the fence to keep upright and then moans and whimpers as Liam's mouth works on his cock. He looks at the crowd but then his head arches back, unable to contain himself.

Liam works hard, frenzied, swallowing and licking, not giving Will a instant to calm, wanting him to shoot far down his throat, wanting him to scream.

He doesn't have to wait long. As pent up and horny as William in and as hard as Liam is working his cock, it's only a short time before William screams, "FUCK!" and cums hard into Liam's mouth.

Liam swallows every bit, then releases Will's cock to stand and turn Will around. He ties the leash into the links of the fence then slithers back down his body, shoving the pants down far enough so his tongue can start licking and thrusting against Will's pucker. This time the grunts, moans, and whimpers aren't shushed.

William keens and then moans raggedly. "Bloody hell, Liam! Oh god lord in heaven!" Then he whimpers and moans as Liam continues to tongue him, again clinging to the fence.

When Liam has slicked up Will's hole to his satisfaction, he slithers slowly up his body and slowly, oh god so slowly, releases himself and starts to run his hard cock up and down the crease of Will's ass. "Want me baby?"

At the release of Liam's cock there are several outbursts and one shouted proposal for marriage. When William can make himself heard he cries out, "Oh, please, fuck, yes Daddy please fuck me!" He's not sure if the Daddy is right when he says it but the gasps and murmurs convince him it is.

"As you wish, my sweet baby boy," Liam murmurs, ignoring all eyes on him and just concentrating on the body of the boy in front of him as he pushes into him slowly but firmly. The sounds of actual sobbing can be heard.

William pushes back against the massive cock invading him, groaning and keening as he is being filled. This is like some massive kinky dream, collared and leashed, being fucked in front of an audience. He looks over his shoulder to see them and gets even hotter at the sight of their eyes on the two of them, though he's sure at this point more of them are watching Liam.

Liam grabs Will's hips and begins to rock now hard, deep and fast, Will's body rattling off the fence. Liams grunts and moans are resounding out at each thrust inward.

William whispers back to Liam, "They all want you, you know. That massive cock, that strength, that handsome body. But *I'm* yours, not them."

Liam moans loud and his fingers dig into Will's hips more as his movements become frantic. "You're *mine*, all mine...and I'm *yours* just yours."

William moans and he jerks faster and faster. "Oh, god, Liam, gonna cum soon, oh please oh please..."

"Cum for me Will cum for me and let them all see, baby. Show them."

William grips the fence even harder and screams and cums, explosively, screaming wordlessly.

Liam follows, digging his head into the back of Will's head, cumming hard. "Willlllllllll.........."

William slumps against the fence, panting, wheezing, moaning. "Liam, Liam, oh god, so good, so fucking bloody good."

Liam wheezes out as he slips out of Will. "Oh god yessss....oh god." He puts hismelf away then helps Will situate himself. He leans over to Will once he is calm and whispers in his ear. "I'm afraid to turn around."

William nods. "Me too." Then there is a round of applause behind them.

Liam actually blushes a bit and pulls Will to him, kissing him passionately, then pulling back and clapping looking at him. "Bravo, baby."

William claps looking at him. "Bravo to you too." Then he sees the crowd moving forward. He moves in close to Liam for protection and says, "Think it's time to go Liam."

"Why?" Liam asks, as he tilts his head, confused, only knowing he is happy and content.

"Crowd coming!" William shouts as they are suddenly surrounded by a push, grabby throng, hands going places they *definitely* should not go.

Liam grabs Will and pushes his way out of the grabby screaming crowd. He gets out of the back room and he leans against a door panting and sweating. "Jesus fucking Christ, we aren't that sexy."

William looks up and down Liam and nods. "Oh yes you are, Liam." He sighs. "But now I need to go to the bathroom. Come and protect me, please?" He flashes a big grin.

"Yes, go on, you first. I can splash my face with some cold water."

William goes into a stall, not trusting the crowd at the urinals. As Liam finishes splashing his face with some water, he feels lips touching his. For a moment, he thinks that Will has decided to surprise him, but then he realizes they are NOT Will's lips. By the time he registers this and opens his eyes, Lindsey McDonald is being pulled away by Will and there is an electric sound as Will jabs a black rectangular-shaped object against Lindsey's side. Lindsey collapses, jerking, to the floor. Will looks up. "Stun gun. You *said* I could use it on anyone who sodding touched you, right?"

Liam doesn't know what to address first-- the fact he wants to punch Lindsey in the face or the fact that Will just tasered him simply for kissing him. So he chooses to spit and turn around wash his mouth out. Then he turns back to Will grab the stun gun, reaches down, stuns Lindsey once again, then grabs Will's arms. They walk out of the club and to the car where he just leans against the car, his mind a whirlwind.

"His hands were headed for your crotch, Liam. And...aw, bloody hell, I know you could have defended yourself just fine but I didn't want him touching you."

Liam takes a deep breath and opens the car door and gets inside. "Just get in Will."

William slides into the car. They ride off into the night back towards the hotel, each thinking about what the next day may possibly bring.

~Part: 12~

Liam drives, the silence a thick tension between them.  His mind reeling with the events of the night.   How had things going so right, went so horribly wrong?   One answer to that-- Lindsey.  Slamming one hand on the steering wheel, "fucking asshole," Liam growls, a scowl setting his features.

William flinches at Liam's outburst.  He shouldn't have done it, and he can tell that Liam is upset.  "Sorry," William says in a bare whisper.

Liam is drawn out of his own mind by that soft whisper. Letting his eyes slip for just a second onto the poor sight beside him.  He can see William is upset, that he's scared.  It pulls at him.  He can't let this sweet boy think he's done something wrong.  A mix of anger and guilt runs through him.  His face softer but still set in a cast of quiet anger, he presses a little smile and takes William's hand, holding it, squeezing it, and as they park finally kissing the back of it, not saying a word.  They park and he waits for William to get out and take his place at his side.  He wraps a strong arm around his waist and guides him up to their room.  Liam's mind in turmoil about all but one thing, this was not William's fault.  And he wasn't going to let him feel like it was.

The touch of Liam's hand reassures William.  He's still worried, still upset, but he can bear almost anything if Liam isn't mad at him. He leans against Liam on the walk back to the room, not caring what anyone else might see or think.  Dressed as they were, it's not like it would make much difference in their opinions anyway.  When the door closes, William turns to Liam.  "I'm...I'm so sorry, Liam.  I shouldn't have done it..."  His voice chokes off.

Liam lets his own thoughts and worries melt for the time being.  The sight of this wonderful boy so upset is enough to settle any other thought as arbitrary.  There would be time to deal with the repercussions later. Right now William is the most important thing.  Liam moves closer to him, first just touching his arms, then pulling him in closer, cradling him, wrapping him in strong arms against his chest.  Running his fingers over his slender back, and the other hand up into his hair.  He tilts his head and rests it on top of William's.  "Oh Will, s'ok baby.  S'ok.  I know why you did it.  It'll be all right.  Shhh." Liam soothes, his voice soft and melodic, as he gently starts to rock back and forth.

William melts into Liam's arms.  The feel of them around him is magic, and then those fingers on his back and in his hair.  He lets all the tension, all the worry out as Liam rocks him, his eyes welling up just a bit.  He sighs and burrows in just a bit against that broad muscular chest.  Liam could make him feel so safe sometimes, like the rest of the world didn't matter.   "I was just so worried you'd be mad at me."

Liam holds William that much tighter, and closes his eyes.  "Will, how could I be mad at you?  You were protecting me. Doing what you thought you had to,” sighs, " doing what I should have done."  Liam opens his eyes, and holds William just out enough from him enough to look in his eyes.  "Are you ok?  I mean really?"  The worry and concern on Liam's face is set, his eyes taking William in, holding him just as dearly as his arms.

William nods, relief evident on his wide-open face.  "Yes.  As long as you're not mad at me, I'm great."  Those huge blue eyes look back at Liam, almost embarrassingly grateful.

Liam gives a little smile, pulling William in close again.  "I'm not mad at you.  Couldn't be mad at you for that.  For doing what you thought was right."  Liam's voice is soft, and caring, his touches strong but soothing, his eyes however unseen by his lover, are full now with the angry uncertainty of everything.  His rage at Lindsey and his fear for what might happen now.  That look wars there for several seconds before he blinks it away.  Bending his neck, he takes a soft kiss from William. "We're going to be all right baby.  We'll work everything out."  He promises.  "Hey, you know...full stocked hotel room, and with a bar, could play a game?"  Liam offers, trying to lighten his mood as well as William's.

William smiles, his face transformed by it.  "What kind of game did you have in mind?"

Liam smiles himself, and goes to the bar, taking out a surprisingly good bottle of whiskey.  He nods approvingly, and sets it out with two glasses.  "Dunno.  Umm...well there's TV shots.   Watch a show, pick a character, and every time you see the character you have to drink."  Liam explains the gist of a game he'd played with the others a few times.

William grins again, sitting down on the couch in front of the TV.  "Ok.  You know I haven't done much real drinking though.  You might end up having to carry me to bed."  He bats his eyes coyly at Liam.

Liam laughs, that boy.  Such a beautiful thing.  The picture of innocence, with a whore's heart underneath.  He loved it. Loved every minute of it.  Sighing with just a little nerves at that, he quickly takes up the glasses and bottle and joins Will on the couch.  "Well, would you be complaining?"  He asks in a liquid silk voice, leaning against him slightly as he pours the first round.

William shakes his head, shivering just a bit at the voice.   "No, no complaining here.  What show are we going to watch?"  He snuggles in closer to Liam, loving the feel of his body.  They are still in their club gear, and the leather makes a lovely feel as they rub together.

Liam picks up the remote.  "Well traditionally it's the first show that pops up." Clicking the on button, a theme song begins.  Liam groans softly. "Friends...geezz."  He hands the remote to William. “Here...you pick."

William chuckles and flicks through the channels, finally settling on a re-run of Star Trek: Deep Space Nine.  "How's this?"  He asks.

Liam looks at the screen and grins, groaning.  "Oh you can never tell anyone, but...well...I love this show," He blurts out finally, shaking his head.  "Ok, perfect.  Now you have to pick a character."

"Ok.  I pick Kira.  I like her, she's tough.  And..."  William grins mischievously, "I think something's going on between her and Jadzia."

Liam raises a brow and looks at William, then laughs shaking his head.  "Sure, why not?  Stranger things have happened.  Ok.  I'll be um....Odo.  He's sad, but well just think it would be fucking cool to change into anything you wanted," Liam says, with a grin, as he hands William his first drink and they settle in to watch. "Ahh... Kira... right off the bat.  Drink up."  Liam chuckles, tapping William's glass.

William lifts the glass, tipping it back, swallowing the shot.  He gasps and wheezes as the whiskey hits his throat, unaccustomed to drinking straight liquor at all.  "Ooooook,"  he manages at last.

Liam rubs William's back, and laughs softly.  "Awww, you ok?  Don't want you dying on me before we even get past the opening credits,” Liam says, his amusement tickling his words.  "Want a chaser, might make it a little easier for you?"  Liam offers, his eyes smiling but edged in concern.

William nods.  "Yeah, a chaser.  Sounds good.  Liam, how do you manage to drink this stuff straight like this?"  He chuckles.

Liam gets up and goes to the bar, pouring a glass of ice and soda, taking it back to William.  "Well, practice.  Not like something to be proud of, but I've been to a lot of parties, hang out with the guys."  Liam shrugs, "I dunno.  Just do."  He smiles, looking back at the TV, "Oh there's Odo."  He chimes, taking down his own shot in one go, with little more than a hiss over his lips.

William watches admiringly.  "Yeah.  Well until I met you, I only ever hung out with nerds.  Our idea of a wild party was getting some wine or beer.  Ooops, Kira again."  He takes another shot, handling this one a little better, and then cooling the burn with a drink of the ice and soda.  "Ahhh.  Ok, much better."  The warmth spreads in his chest and starts to feel good.

Liam listens, but is more taken with William in general to really absorb what he says.  So sweet, he thinks.  Then looking back at the TV, "Odo.  Gotta love that guy, I know you don't see him yet, but that statue thing, watch." Liam says, tapping William's leg, "see," He says laughing and taking another drink,  the liquor a warm burn in his chest, but just barely touching him yet.  He fills the glass again, and chuckles, another few minutes go by, "Ahh, Kira...Kira...drink up baby."  He calls, nudging William.

William almost didn't notice. He keeps sneaking glances over at Liam.  He knocks back the whiskey and chases it.  It's getting easier, but as slight as he is, it's starting to affect him.  "Whoo!"  He says, shaking his head.  "That's good!  It gets better as you drink more of it."  Then he catches movement out of his eye on the screen.  "There Odo," he says, poking Liam playfully in the side.

Liam laughs at William as he is obviously becoming tipsy.  ""Yeah, that's the real devil of drinking, it goes down better and better as you drink.  Just remember it doesn't come up that well, ok?"  Says mildly, taking his shot, "Oops, there you go, Kira, and oh damn, Odo too."  He laughs, and groans, taking his own shot and filling William's glass.

William takes another shot, not bothering with the chaser this time.  He's definitely feeling warm now, and happy.  His lips are tingling pleasantly and he licks them.  "So how do you know when you've had enough?" He asks.

Liam looks up from the TV, taking in William.  Glazed blue eyes, just a little more pale than maybe he should be.  Liam takes his glass and sets it on the table, handing him the glass of chaser.  Time for you to switch up to a maintenance drink, but instead of keeping your buzz, it's going to keep you from being sick." Liam instructs with a steady look, but a warm smile, as he looks back at the TV.

William leans against Liam, smiling happily.  "You take good care of me, you know...me being your kept boy and everything." He rubs his face just a bit against Liam's arm.  "There's Odo again," he notes almost absently.

Liam takes up his drink, dutifully, but then sets the glass aside, turning to wrap his arms around William.  "S'what I'm supposed to do.  What I will always do.  I want to take care of you William." He was loath to bring up earlier events of the night, Lindsey is dangerous.  Liam sighs, and touches his forehead to William's,   I don't know what I would do if something happened to him, he thought.  Not the time for this, he settles. "And on that note, my kept little boy, I think it is time we went to bed.  You've had enough drinking game fun for one night, but with my patented hangover preventer I think you'll be fine," He says, as he gets up and goes to the bar.  He brings back one tall glass of orange juice, and two aspirin.  "Ok down these and all of the juice.  Going to go turn down the bed," Liam says, leaving William with the glass, and his directions.

William takes the aspirin and drinks the orange juice as Liam instructed, leaning back into the soft couch and enjoying the sweet warm buzz in his body and the soft fuzz in his mind.  He was happy and safe right now, the events of the evening temporarily put aside and forgotten.  He waits for Liam to come back.

Liam gets the bed ready, and saunters back, the alcohol just dulling his worry enough to let him keep relaxed.  Seeing William looking half-asleep, leaning into the couch he smiles. "All right, sweet boy. Time to go," He says standing just next to him, holding his hand out to help him up.

William reaches up and takes Liam's hand, pulling up and falling against him.  He wraps his arms around Liam's waist and smiles up at him.  "All ready."

"Yeah, you're ready all right." Liam laughs, and decides it looks like job for football muscles and manly man behavior.  He scoops William up under the legs, and shoulders, and carries him to the bedroom, laying him out on the bed, he strips him fairly quickly, and then himself, and climbs in next to him.

William chuckles as Liam sweeps him up into his arms.  "I do love it, you know, when you get all caveman and carry me."  He helps with his undressing as much as he is able, and then snuggles in close to Liam when he climbs into the bed, practically draping himself over him.

Liam, smiles and strokes William's back.  "Well big bruiser here, every now and again, I like to show it," He says, softly.  Liam loves the feeling of this slender form against his.  He closes his eyes and just feels it, even in its less than graceful pose, it just feels right.  He sighs and opens his eyes, looking at the sweet boy held in his arms.

William smiles up at Liam, looking into his chocolate brown eyes.  He reaches up and gently touches his cheek.  "You're perfect, you know.  Like some magnificent Greek god.  Wish I could draw like you so I could draw you."

Liam smiles and takes William's hand in his, kissing it and putting to his chest.  "Just as well you can't Will, don't think my ego needs any more feeding, do you?"  Liam chuckles softly, resting his head back in the pillows, looking up at the ceiling.

William laughs.  "Can't help it.  I adore you."  He squirms a little.  "Kinda wish you had left the collar on.  That was the sexiest thing ever, wearing that."

Liam traces the curve of William's neck, and curls his hand in his hair.  "Just thought you might not like sleeping in it," Liam says, matter of fact.

William sighs and closes his eyes a moment.  "Probably right."  He looks up, smiling at Liam.  "Wouldn't mind wearing it for you anytime you want, though.  Kinda makes me feel like a sexy slave boy."

Liam's body instantly reacts to this, a warm buzz zipping over his skin, tweaking his nipples and giving his crotch a little zing too.  "Is that so?" He asks in a ragged breath, his hand stilling for just the barest moment in William's hair. "Might have to take you up on that," He says, his voice steadying.

William hums softly and kisses Liam's chest, then licks, tasting the skin.  "I know, I'm a kinky little thing.  Read *entirely* too many of those dirty little novels."

Liam chuckles, and then murmurs softly. "Well all that reading seems to have made you pretty smart.  I think I like it."  His words are full of double meanings and hinted desire, but he lies still under the attentions of William's mouth.  His hands make their rounds as if nothing at all is happening.

William moans softly and then starts licking and kissing across Liam's chest, finally reaching a nipple and licking over it, flicking his tongue back and forth.  He's warm and happy and it feels so good, being with Liam like this, feeling those hands on him.

Liam hisses very softly, as his nipple is teased and tasted.  His chest rises and falls with a little shudder.  His hand pulls William a little closer, his movements more insistent.  "Yes, I think you are a very smart little boy," he says, his voice husky.

William feels himself pulled, feels the hands urge him on.  He groans and hardens a bit.  His hands slide over Liam's skin, touching softly, running down his sides, feeling every curve of the muscles as his tongue works a little faster and he sucks just a bit.  It's always so exciting, being with Liam...all of this is so new, everything an exploration, an adventure.

Liam lays still, and now watches William's mouth work over his skin, each little kiss and lick sending more of those shocks straight down, giving him little jolts, that no doubt play out in the changes in his breathing.  "Ahh Will, oh that feels so good.  I don't care where you learned it, you are good at it."  He moans, his dark eyes darker for the desire in them, as he looks down into William's clear blue ones.

William looks up then, seeing Liam's eyes.  He wants to please him, wants to make him feel good...especially as good as Liam had been to him tonight.  He starts kissing and licking his way down Liam's chest, and then over his abs, his hands pushing his body slithering down over Liam's, til his head was down over his crotch, and he was licking along Liam's hipbone.

Liam's hip twitches at William's licking, and he laughs.  The sound halting as his breath is still caught up in his growing need.  His head falls back, and he groans.  "Oh Will, that was just evil.  That spot is so sensitive."  He laughs again, his voice trying it's best to be steady, but finding it difficult around all the swimming hormones.  One hand comes down and cards through Will's hair, just softly, not in any way guiding him, just wanting to touch him.  He looks down again, raising his head, not wanting to miss a thing this wonderful boy did to him.

Will smiles and hums happily as he hears Liam's reaction.  He moves down closer and closer to the center of his body, licking down in the sensitive crease of his thigh as his thumbs now stroke over Liam's hipbones.

"Ohh Will...I am soo thinking that was a bad thing to tell you."  He moans, at the thumbs over his hipbones, as much as from the licking that is steadily working shock after shock into his growing and nearly rigid length.  Liam, feeling worshipped and powerful, and weak all at once, can't help but shiver softly under Will's talented mouth.  How he had learned so much with so little actual experience, Liam had no idea, but he also didn't want to know how he had been so lucky as to find his slender beauty either.  Best not to question fate when it hands you a gift.  Liam arches just slightly. "Oh yeah Will, right there. Oh god that is so good. Feels so damn good."

William almost purrs with Liam's praise.  He wants so much to be good for him.  He's listened, and watch, and paid attention to every little thing that Liam has liked as they have played around together, and he is so glad he can do this.  Make Liam feel this way.  He moves his tongue onto Liam's shaft now, licking up and down the velvety-soft skin in long firm strokes.  He loves the taste of Liam's skin, the warm and musky and masculine taste and smell of him.  He looks up at Liam to watch him as he licks.

Liam draws in a sharp breath at William's tongue touching him, tasting him.  "OH god Willll...  Oh yes, lick me baby...oh yes.."  Liam, moans his voice lower and laced with lust, his eyes burn with desire, and his hand Will's hair clenches but is quickly forced to relax and begin its soft petting again, a little shaky but he manages.

William soaks it in, the sound of Liam's voice so sexy and low.  It goes through him, thrilling him unbelievably, and he moans when Liam's hand tightens in his hair.  He licks some more and then moves his mouth up and onto the head, taking the delicate flesh in his mouth, licking and sucking, then flicking his tongue into the slit, tasting the wonderful drops of fluid that were slowly welling up from there.  He is getting really good at this, with all the practice they had been getting.  And he enjoys it, enjoys being down here, looking up at Liam as he services him.  It is even better when he is kneeling.  He loves the hand on his hair, touching, petting.

"Oh god Will...do that again, oh yeah baby...That feels so good."  Liam fights to keep his hips still, but they jerk slightly, Will's mouth just too damn good.  He stills his hand in his hair, and brings his other to his shoulder, squeezing it softly, his fingers clenching and releasing with a beat that seems to throb.

William flicks his tongue some more.  He moans again, feeling that powerful hand on his shoulder.  He loves Liam's hands, so strong.  Everything about Liam is strong.  Makes him feel safe and precious.  Almost feminine.  That thought flits across his mind and he smiles inwardly.  It should really bother him, but it doesn't.  He's gay.  He's accepted that, really accepted it, that there is no woman in the world that would tempt him.  That he was made to be with a wonderful strong man like this, like Liam.  He lowers his head, taking more of Liam's length into his mouth, sucking down hard, licking in little wiggling motion along the sensitive vein.

It takes all of Liam's very thin control to hold himself.  To keep powerful muscles from taking more of what William is so willingly and absolutely perfectly giving him.  His hand on a slight if well-muscled shoulder reminds him of his own strength and power.  He concentrates on that some, but Will's delicious hot and oh soooo good mouth is very seriously helping him lose his war with control.  He closes his eyes and groans, "Oh god Will....oh god...that's too good. Your mouth...oh Will..."  Liam pants, an edge of desperation in his voice, low husky and very nearly growling.

William hears something different in Liam's voice.  He's not sure what is coming, but he likes that sound.  Likes that he can make Liam feel that way.  He keeps up his efforts, taking in more and more of Liam into his mouth.

"William...oh Willlll...oh god...I can't..."  Liam pants, his hand starting to pull on that very delicate shoulder, his fingers clenching a little tighter. The hand in Will's hair clenches as well, tugging, pulling him. Liam wars with himself.  Then that tongue, one more whip and he can't hold it, his hips buck and he thrusts, pulling and pushing, his body taking and in it, in that moment his release pours out of him, that act of taking enough to push him over.  "WILLLL....."  he cries as his completion seems almost forced out of him.

Will feels it, the tightening, the taking...it is wonderful, even as he struggles to adjust to the forceful thrust into his mouth and then swallowing quickly as Liam fills his mouth.  He doesn't quite succeed, a little escaping, but something deep inside is thrilled.  That Liam took him, but even more that he pleased Liam that much...made him want to do that, *have* to do that.

Liam is already coming back to himself, that taking, breaking his control it hit his release as well as a very heavy dose of guilt.  Immediately he releases William, pulling him up, looking at his mouth, and his face, searching for some hurt.  Seeing the dribble on his lip and chin, he wipes it away very softly with his fingers.  His eyes hold a gentle worry.  "Are you ok baby?  I'm sorry.  I couldn't stop."  His apology laden voice, also holding a note of satisfaction, the through his worry could not be denied.  William had brought that out in him, made him lose control.  Liam strokes those severe cheekbones, and those puffed and sexy lips.  Love that, love that face, he thinks as he looks into cool blue eyes.

William moans and leans a bit into the caresses on his face.  "I'm fine, Liam.  Fuck, that was sexy."  He lets out a slow hot breath and then licks his lips.  "Loved it.  Loved that I could be that good for you.  Loved feeling your hands grab me like that."  He smiles at Liam.

Liam returns the smile, his face more boyish than usual, he looks away from those perfect blue eyes.  "You were beautiful, perfect William.  You have no idea.  Was all I could do to hold back that long.  You are a very dangerous boy baby.  I think I need to work on my self control, or you'll be black and blue."  Liam laughs, letting the tension he had felt roll off him. William is ok.  And even though he joked, he didn't believe he could really ever hurt William, not like that.  His thoughts changing and rolling with what remained of his afterglow, he traces William's shoulders, and back, as he still holds him tightly to him in protective strong arms.

William burrows into Liam's chest, his smile getting larger and larger.  "I love it when you say that.  I like how you look at me."  He makes that little purring noise in his throat, the one he knows Liam likes.  "Wish we could just stay like this.  Just the two of us."

Liam sighs, that pretty purr making him relax just that much more.  Then those words.  Reality looming.  Not tonight. Liam simply won't have it.  "We can, baby boy.  Beautiful boy.  Tonight.  We can have that tonight.  Ok?   Tomorrow is for worries, and problems tonight I just want you to be here with me.  Is that ok?"  Liam holds William close, even going so far as to guide his head to rest on his own chest, stroking his hair and neck.

William surrenders to Liam's hands, letting himself be moved.  Feeling those hands hold him close.  "Yes, Liam.  I won't think about tomorrow, ok?  Just wanna be here with you.  I'm so happy right now."  He wraps his arms around Liam's chest, pulling himself closer to him.

"That's good baby.  That's very good.  I ..I .just want you to relax and feel that.."  Liam stammers slightly, tripping over emotions and feelings he had only begun to try to sort through.  Feeling Will's sweet lean body pressed against him, something occurs to him.  "Umm, Will, did you want something baby?  I mean, I can do something for you too if you want."  He asks, sincere and more than willing to shower affections on his lover.

William wriggles a bit against Liam.  He is still hard, yes, but he feels a little self-conscious asking for anything.  He blushes, his pale skin pinking and turning red as he whispers, "Uhhh, yeah.  Yeah, I'd like that a lot."

Liam smiles, feeling the warm of William's skin, he rolls to his side, laying William down so he can see every inch of that pinked skin.  "Oh wow, you are so beautiful when you do that baby.  Oh god.  I look at you forever like that."  Liam smiles.  Without thinking he trails his fingers all over the pale pink, feeling the warmth and watching his fingers blanche it and the returning pink, watching and feeling it as it fades.   "That was amazing."  Liam looks up at William's face, and leans over to take his lips in a heated and loving kiss.

William watches Liam's face...the expression as he looks at him.  It's amazing just him blushing could get this reaction.  William melts into the kiss, opening up and letting Liam take him.  He loves how Liam kisses, so intent and powerful, like there's nothing else in the world at that moment but that kiss.

Liam's body is already fast working toward hardening and wanting this lovely body he holds and is devouring.  He reaches a hand down and wraps it around Will's length, pulling it, rubbing and feeling it.  Smooth, silken even, his fingers loosen and drop over the satin skin over his pubis, and his sack, all smooth.  Liam groans. Thank god for swimming, he thinks with another groan, releasing Will's lips.  "Feel so good. Look so good. Want you."  Liam offers in panting invitation and need.

William moans back into Liam's mouth as that hand encircles him, strokes him.  Those fingers so incredible over his skin.  Then those words.  "Oh, fuck, yes, Liam.  Please," he moans back, his own voice a little hoarse with desire.

Liam moans softly at Will's words, but reins himself in just a little.  He takes his hand from Will, and moves quickly retrieving a little tube of lube.  He is back in as near to a flash as humanly possible.  He carefully lays Will's legs one to each side, swallowing at the picture that is in itself.  He lubes up two fingers, and, kneeling between his legs, he reaches under his sack and back to that sweet ring.  Feeling his way he circles and then starts to push his way in, his other hand rubbing soft circles over the smooth waxed skin on his lower belly, then taking his hard length in hand, as he probes further, gentle but insistent.  He watches Will, his eyes dark, dilated black as he admires this scene laid out for him.

William lets Liam move him, just relaxes and lets Liam do as he will.  He whimpers and arches a bit as that finger pushes into him, though, and bites his lip when Liam takes him in hand again.  Then Liam's finger brushes over that sweet spot and William bucks a little, crying out, pushing himself in Liam's grip.  "FUCK!  ohhh fuck still so good every time."

Liam smiles, watching William move and buck. To know he could touch him like this, make that beautiful body move like that.  "Oh yeah baby boy.  God I can feel you clench around my fingers, you feel ...oh god."  Liam moans, working his hand a little faster, turning his hand and scissoring his fingers, working quickly, but trying to be gentle.  His work on William's cock is slow and teasing, watching him for his reactions, trying to hold him off he hoped.

William can feel those fingers working in him, and he tries to relax, tries to let Liam loosen him quickly so he can be inside him.  It's all he can think about now.  He can still feel Liam stroking his cock slowly, ever so slowly, and it's sooo good.  Everything is so good.  "Oh god Liam.  Fuck.  Want you so fucking much."  He reaches down and puts his hand over Liam's, the one gripping his cock.  He strokes the hand, the fingers, the strong muscles on the back of his hand.  It's all of Liam he can reach right now but he's hungry for contact.

Liam can feel the muscles quiver and slowly open to him.  Slipping the third finger into him, he pushes harder, maybe just a little harder than he should, but the feeling of it is still overwhelming. "Yeah, my beautiful boy, want you too, need you."  He watches his hand move into William, his light touches over the back of his other hand, his strokes over Will's cock.  "Oh god."  Liam sighs, sight now just as taken as touch.

William bucks again, pushing back against those fingers.  He's hungry now, wants these sensations.  "Please..."  He begs.  "Oh, please, Liam, want you so much."

Liam hears William's please, they thrill him to no end.  He can't resist another minute.  He carefully pulls his fingers from Will, and releases his cock, sliding up further between his legs, he slides his arms under his bent knees, lifting him slightly,  resting one leg on his hip as he uses his hand to guide himself to Will's ready and prepared ass.  He slides in, taking a few short strokes before seating himself.  "Oh Will, Oh baby, oh ohh...fuck...oh god...."  Liam moans, his voice a low ragged growl.  He slides the arm back under William's knee, using the raised angle and the pull on his legs to push in hard, pulling back, murmuring.  "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck....oh yeah.."

William pushes back. gripping into the sheets for purchase.  He arches his hips, moving to meet Liam's thrusts.  He cries out, feeling Liam fill him, take him.  "Yesssssssss oh fuck yes so good."  His skin prickles as he shivers hard, his whole body caught up in the fabulous feeling.

Liam begins to pant once more, his eyes no more than black, almost ominous-looking jewels.  He licks his lips. "So good baby.  Can't get enough of you.  Just want to fuck you so hard.."  His voice is husky and graveled with his lust.  His hips hard muscled and far heavier than the body he is using them to pound into, moves and thrust over and over, digging into the bed for purchase, holding William securely over his arms, pulling him, keeping him firmly in place.

William loves it...loves Liam's voice, his eyes, the feel of his body forcing him to stay in place.  "Fuck, Liam.  Love it when you talk like that.  Want you to fuck me hard.  Want you deep in me, want to be fucked into the mattress."

"Oh Will, Oh I..I....."  Liam's voice trails as he slides his arms from under William's legs, stretching himself out over the lighter frame beneath him, taking his shoulders, one in each hand now, using them to pull and hold.  Able to stare straight down into Will's face, his breath catches and he stretches further to take his lips in a crushing kiss, his thrusts never slowing or stopping.

William moans hard into that kiss, their bodies sliding skin to skin over each other.  He can touch Liam now and he runs his hands over his sides, then up onto his back, gripping and clutching at him, pulling himself harder against Liam's body.  He wraps his legs around Liam's hips, locking his ankles, thrusting back against Liam, groaning as Liam hits that spot over and over again, crying out as Liam seems to push deeper and deeper into him.  He gazes back at Liam, his face glowing with the sweet ecstasy he felt.

Liam kisses William over and over, softer and softer little kisses just wanting that contact with his lips, those sweet lips that had taken him so well.  Feeling William's cock rub against him, he slides one hand from his shoulder and begins to stroke and play, matching his strokes to the thrusts he is driving into William.  Breaking his round of kisses to watch and look into those pretty blue eyes.  His release begins to coil, and start its demands.

William hisses as he feels Liam begin to stroke his cock.  Between that and Liam buried so deep in him, thrust after thrust, he's not going to last.  "Ohhhhh fuck Liam gonna cum oh god oh god...."  His nails scrape across Liam's back, not breaking the skin but leaving red welts as they pass.

Those words enough to send Liam over the edge, coupled with nails over his back.  "Oh yeah fuck yeah, come on baby, cum with me now ...ok..."  Another thrust and Liam's releasing coil is sprung and he is shooting hot seed deep inside William's quivering ass.

William climaxes too, warm liquid covering Liam's hand and sliding slickly between their bellies.  He grabs hard and pulls against Liam, his whole body shaking and shuddering with his release.  "Liam oh fuck god Liam...." He moans as he slowly relaxes, riding out the waves of his completion.

Liam slows and holds himself still inside William, just breathing holding him, finally wrapping his arms around him, letting himself stay inside until he is drawn out by growing soft.  He pants, and kisses William's chest, in soft pecks. "Oh Will....you are so good.  I could stay inside you forever.  Fuck you like that forever," He says, between his tiny kisses.

William slowly comes back to himself.  He lowers his legs and then rubs his hands softly over Liam's back.  "Oh fuck, Liam, it's you that's good.  You felt so good inside me, taking me."

Liam rests his head on William's chest, and sighs at his strokes over him.  His hands so warm and soft.  "My beautiful boy.  You make me want that.  Make me want you so bad, I can't stand it.  Just don't want to hurt you.  But god...  I ...I just well I just want you so much," Liam finishes, his mind winning the war he's having with himself.  Turning something over and over even in his afterglow bliss.. His fingers trail and stroke Will's sides and he lays and just listens to Will's body, his heart.

William shakes his head.  "Not hurting me.  It feels so good.  I can't get enough of it, of you."  Truth be told, he is a little sore, but it's a good sore, a just-been-fucked-into-the-bed sore.  Even as he relaxes, floating in that lovely feeling, his eyes start to drift.  He catches himself and looks at Liam.  "Hey, Liam...we gonna sleep like this?"

Liam looks up a little drowsy himself.  "Well we could, but I think I am a little too heavy to lay on you like this.  I lo-like laying here though," he makes a face, and smiles, checking. "M'still inside you.  Now that I like a lot."  He grins brightly.

William smiles back.  "You could just hold onto me and roll over on your back, I guess."  He wriggles just a little, feeling Liam still in him.

Liam thinks a minute, and then his face brightens.  "Ok, raise this leg for me," Liam taps one thigh and waits as Will raises it, using one hand he pulls the leg up tight to his side, and rolls quickly, cradling Will to him.  They land, Liam on his back holding Will tightly, Will straddling him now, and, he checks amazingly still inside him.  Liam laughs and strokes Will's back.  "Well, we at least made it this far."

William chuckles and slowly eases down til he is resting on Liam's chest, moving carefully so that Liam stays in him.  He lays his head down and settles in, getting comfortable.  "Ohhh yesss.  This is good."  He looks up at Liam.  "Good for you?"

Liam sighs, contented.  "Oh hell yeah.  I couldn't imagine anything better."  Liam slides his arms around Will, and pulling him close rubs his back, running strong hands over his spine, and every muscle he can reach.  "Sleep now," he says sleepily with a laugh.

William settles his arms along Liam's sides and yawns.  "Yeah.  Perfect..."  He lets himself slip off, happy and safe.

~Part: 13~

They wake up early the next morning. They shower, dress, eat, pack...too much of a hurry to really do anything but the necessities. They have to go straight to school. It's not until they are in the car and driving that they have the time to really talk.

It's William who brings up the ugly subject first. "Ummmm....Liam? What do we do if Lindsey outs us today?"

Liam stops. A little startled by William's cutting straight to the heart of it. He gives him a sharp look, then starts the car. "Well, I guess that depends. Depends what we want I suppose," Liam says, forcing a matter-of-fact tone. His mind anything but, rolling that over in his head. Outed. He had, of course, thought of it, but to really be faced with it. He sighs, well, we *are* gay, he supposes, and we do umm...care for each other. He glances over at William and tries for an easy smile, then looks back at the road.

William sighs and looks at Liam, then down at his hands. "Yeah. We could always deny it. I mean, he doesn't have any actual proof, and everybody knows he's obsessed with you anyway. Gunn is always making those jokes about how Lindsey wants your ass and everything."

Liam thinks about this for a minute. It's true. It would just look like another play by Lindsey to get him. He looks over at William for a minute. "William. Is that what you want? Would you rather not have everyone know?" Liam keeps his tone even, and gentle. He doesn't want to push him one way or the other, but he really does want to know.

William swallows. "No. But I'm not the one with anything to lose, really. You are." He studies his hands really, really intently. He's afraid for Liam. Afraid for what it's going to mean for him. Liam's always been popular. He has no idea of what he will be losing, what it's like to be on the outside. William does.

Liam thinks about that for a minute. "Yeah. I could lose a lot. Friends and popularity," He says quietly, his thoughts in a rough turmoil. His face is set with a look of intent thought, his eyes narrowed, and his brow furrowed, he stares out at the road. Friends and standing, versus William. In some way he knows that might be the truth of it. What it all boils down to. Before William he'd been what he thought was happy. Parties, fun, friends, and all the girls he could ever hope for. Then there was William. Sweet, quiet, beautiful William. His heart leaps in his chest as he thinks of him. Thinks of the things they had done together. Thinks of the way those cool blue eyes make him shiver somewhere deep inside. And with a wide and lusty smile, he thinks of when William is not so quiet or shy. Times when he cries out, when he arches and when he calls his name. Liam looks over once more at this slender beauty, and his heart is set, even if his mind is playing catch up. "No. Not going to hide. If he tells them. Then he does. And *we* will deal with it," He says, a simple but surprisingly steady determination in his voice, even as his eyes stray once more from the road and give William the barest look of something intense lying behind those deep chocolate eyes, before looking again at the road.

William looks up and catches his eyes. He likes that look, he really does, and the tone in Liam's voice. "Good," he says, more relief in his voice than he had really intended to reveal. He waits a minute more. "Ok, so what if he doesn't? What do we tell your friends when they ask what we did this weekend?" He grins a little at this, 'cause he can almost see Gunn hassling him over it.

Liam sighs, but smiles a little. His nosy ass friends. He did like the guys, but well not really a hassle he wanted to deal with. "Oh, none of their business really. We hung out...hell even went into the city, tried to call, but you know got busy..." He laughs at his own double meanings, even if unintentional. "Nothing more they really need to know. Unless you want to tell them." Liam left this open, if William really wanted them to be out, well after what has been said, he can't deny him.

William slides over against Liam. Talking about this just brought home that it would be all day before they could really touch each other. "No. It's one thing if we get outed...but Liam..." William pauses. "You've never had anyone think you were gay...I mean, seriously gay...in school, right? You don't know what it's like. Especially in the locker room. The teasing, the guys who threaten to kill you if you look at their ass...and the ones who think it's ok to grab your ass or cop a feel 'cause you're gay, right, and you must like that sort of thing. And that's the swim guys. Not the most macho crowd. Can't even imagine what your football guys would be like."

Liam listens, and really thinks about that for a minute.  Feeling William next to him, he hadn't really examined that particular part of the equation.  "Yeah, guess they'd be less than happy about it," He mutters, almost absently, with a halfhearted laugh.  Then part of what William said hit him. "Who grabs your ass?"  He demands, his semi-nervous tone shifting gears into protective brute staking his claim in about 0.2 seconds.

William smiles.  "No one here.  That happened at the other school, when I started swim team.  I learned real quick to show up early and get dressed and out before the others got there, and to stay late and help the coach so I'm showering while everyone else is getting ready to leave.  Gives me a reputation as a brown-nose but it's better than putting up with that shit."

Liam's scruff settles at that.  He still doesn't like that anyone would grab William.  But at least, he reason, no one at school would have to die today.  "That really sucks that happened to you.  I'm sorry.  I dunno what I would do if that happened here though."  Liam puts voice to at least some of his thoughts.  His hand squeezes William's knee, and he smiles, trying to soften his hard expression to something more pleasant.

William sighs happily and leans over to kiss the side of Liam's neck.  "Thanks.  Really, though, I should have figured out I was gay a *whole* lot sooner than this.  Been called it for years.  I mean, little, kinda feminine, bookish, mama's boy, who's never had a girlfriend?  Yeah.  Shoulda been a clue."

Liam smiles, a soft murmured moan at the little kiss. "Well, kinda glad it waited til now," Liam says softly, giving William a look of those deep brown eyes, stopped at a traffic light. "This way you're mine.  All mine."  He steals a kiss, before the light turns.

William chuckles and then makes that happy little purring noise in his throat.  "I am.  And I'm glad too.  Really glad."  He settles in against Liam, changing the subject, and they talk and cuddle until they start getting close to school.  William moves back over into his seat, smoothing his hair.  He sighs.  "You know, it's going to be a *really* long day today."

Liam smiles and gives William an admiring and lusty glance, as he parks the car.  "Yeah, but that just means it's going to be an even longer night," He says in a voice simply dripping with hormones and teenage sex drive.

William moans.  "Oh, fuck, Liam, I have to walk to class now.  Don't get me all worked up,"  He all but whimpers.

Liam chuckles. "Sorry baby boy, sometimes I just can't help myself."  He winks, as he gets out of the car, and heads for the school, once William has caught up beside him.

The day passes slowly until lunch, the next time the two of them can be together.  As usual, they sit with the guys.  Gunn is the first to see them as they walk towards the table.  "Hey, Big L!  What did you and Tiny do this weekend?  We called and you never picked up.  We don't have to do another vampire check, do we?"

Liam laughs, and tries to give his usual look of confidence. Even though he knew this was coming, it still rattles him a little.  "Ahh,  well  hard to hear the cell in clubs.  We headed into the city.  Tried to call you, but well....when things get going..."  Liam offers an exaggerated shrug, laughing.  "And as far as vampires...well we did see the sunrise...at least once...I think," Liam says, feigning a look of concentration, scratching his chin.  He gives a look to William, turning his head so the others couldn't see the wink he gave him.
William gives a little grin at Liam's wink.

Gunn chuckles.  "Put that fake i.d. to good use then.  Bet you two made out like bandits.  Stick with King Cock, here, Tiny, he'll get you laid every time."  The others nod in agreement as William tries very hard to stifle a startled laugh.  "Yeah, you're right Gunn,"  He finally manages with something approaching a straight face.

Liam laughs at William's nervous reaction.  They all thought it was little boy innocent's reaction to the ladies.  Only he knew how wrong they were.  "Yeah.  Don't think he's got any complaints," Liam says, his laugh hiding the overt meaning in his words, chalking them up to big cock womanizing egotism, rather than the fact that he was fucking William into the mattress as recently as last night.  Liam turns his attentions begrudgingly to the others.  "So what did the rest of the cocks do around here this weekend?"

Xander sighs.  "Sadly, with Big L's reputation with the local ladies soiled, our weekend was not a profitable one. So we hung out like losers in the diner all weekend.  But the big bash at your house this weekend should fix all that, right?"

Liam almost does the 'oh damn' face.  He'd forgotten about the party, but shrugs it off, and nods.  "Oh yeah.  Definitely.  Come prepared boys.  I am sure there will be plenty of ladies to go around," Liam crows with a well-played, but false bravado. Usual responses and behavior,  cropping up just like the usual suspects.

Xander and Gunn whoop, high-fiving each other.  Wes gives an intent look at Liam but, as usual, says nothing.  Groo nods.  "That is excellent, Liam.  It looks as if whatever you did this weekend was good for you.  Your aura is much cleaner than the last time I saw you."

William settles in next to Wes, leaving a seat for Liam.  He chances a glance over at Wes' thoughtful face and wonders, not for the first time, what Wes is thinking.  He seems to notice a lot of things.

Gunn makes a kissy noise at Liam.  "Hey, Big L, there's your boyfriend...and he's not looking happy."  William and the others look over to see Lindsey stalking by at a distance, casting a disapproving glare at the group.

Liam turns his head as he settles into the seat left beside William.  Catching sight of Lindsey, he almost has to stifle a growl.  His eyes narrow and he turns back to the group, pressing a smile and a more open face quickly. "Ah well.." his eyes still trailing Lindsay, intent despite his attempt at a lighter expression, "sometimes you just can't get what you want."  His voice more serious than he had intended.

The others burst out into laughter, Gunn the loudest of all.  "That's priceless, man.  Finally getting a sense of humor.  Damn, it's not any fun to make fun of you if you're not gonna get pissed.  So is he still invited to the party?"

Liam takes pause at this.  Invited.  Oh shit.  Lindsay is invited to his party, at his house.  Liam sighs, the anger going out of him, worry replacing it.  He couldn't *not* invite him. It was the point of having the damn party after all.  "Yeah, of course he's still invited," Liam grumbles.

Xander lets out a relieved sigh.  "Good.  'Cause we don't want to go back to social pariah hell again.  He's probably just on the rag or something today."  He laughs uproariously at his own humor.

Liam gives a quirked little laugh, giving the others the ‘what the fuck’ look at Xander's own amusement with himself.  Then laughing a little louder at himself. "Yeah, or something....I guess," he chuckles.

Groo nods sagely.  "Yes.  It doesn't seem to take very much to upset Lindsey.  He could really use some anger management work."

Wes chuckles wryly.  "That he could, Groo my friend."

William groans inwardly.  Oh, fuck, the party.  A devious snake like Lindsey...it would be like him to wait to out them both at the party, in front of all the popular people in the school.  He chances a glance over at Liam and forces his voice to be smooth as he adds, "Yeah, maybe he's needing to get laid."

The others all look at William and laugh.  Wes turns to William.  "Well struck, lad.  You'll fit in yet."

Liam just about chokes, but laughs right along with the others patting Will on the back. "You know you are probably right." Liam adds, keeping his voice as tightly in check as possible.  Even though he would really like to kiss William right on the mouth for just being a smartass.  His hand lingers just that second on Will's back before slipping again to its place on the table.

William feels that hand and half-closes his eyes.  Damn but it's frustrating to have to pretend like this all the time.  He wonders, idly, what would be the reaction if he kissed Liam right now.

The rest of lunch passes and the two part, going to their classes and their respective practices before meeting up again to drive home.  They pull up into the drive only to see a Lambourghini waiting, with Lindsey leaning against it.

Liam's eyes catch fire as he glares at Lindsey.  "What the fuck is he doing here?" Liam nearly snarls, as he gets out of the car, and stalks toward him.

William scrambles out behind him as Lindsey looks at the two of them with a shit-eating grin.  "Why, if it isn't the two young men who assaulted me at R.J.'s," He says in an oily-smooth voice, full of menace.  He looks at William.  "You'd be a real hit in prison, sweetheart," he says.

Liam stops just short of assault in his proximity to Lindsey.  He levels his glare on him, crossing his arms over his broad chest, striking a pose of well-deserved intimidation.  "Yeah well I'm sure you would know more about groping in the showers than either of us ever will," Liam says, his voice cool, and offhanded.  "You want to tell me what the hell you are doing here?"

Lindsey shifts his gaze up to Liam.  "Giving you a last chance, Liam, to dump this loser and be with me.  That's why I'm here."

Liam blinks, and then shakes his head laughing.  "You have got to be out of your fucking mind Lindsey.  I wouldn't be with you if you were the last piece on earth," Liam says without a moment’s hesitation.  "And as far as loser, well, here you are begging for what he already has.  So ummm...you want to rethink that a little?"  He asks, his voice heavily laid with sarcasm and disdain.

Lindsey's eyes flash with anger.  "He's a *loser*, Liam.  A nobody.  He's a nerd who wouldn't be *anybody* if he hadn't married into your family, and you hadn't taken him on as a pet project.  *I'm* rich, I'm handsome, I'm popular, and I fucking arranged to have you made quarterback.  He's beneath you, Liam, why can't you *see* that?"

Liam's temper not only flares, it explodes. He takes just that step closer that sets him well inside strike range, and leans just a little.  "You, Lindsey, are nothing.  Lower than nothing.  You are what your father’s money made you.  A propped up weak little bitch.  You wish you could be him.  Without all this shit you and even I, used to think was important, he would still be just what he is now.  Perfect.  Beautiful and mine.  All things you will, never.  Ever.  Be..."  Liam's voice could have been a deadly weapon for it's hard cold intent.  His eyes show more clearly than even his voice that Lindsey is treading heavily on very, very thin ice.

Lindsey blanches a bit before Liam's menacing moves and tone, even as his face fills with rage.  He shifts his gaze over to William, then back to Liam.  "You'll regret this.  You both will."  He slides back into his car, starting it up and pulling out before Liam can move any closer.

William comes over to Liam and wraps around him.  He's bursting with conflicting emotions...rage at Lindsey, a little worry that maybe what Lindsey said about him was true, fear for what Lindsey might do to them...but most of all, a deep and profound joy and pride at what Liam said about him.  What he felt about him.

Liam wraps his arms around William, taking in his embrace.  Holding him tighter than he should, and tight enough that Will can surely feel the tension held in every raging muscle.  He could have killed Lindsey.   "Stupid fucking prick…" Liam swears, as he pulls back just slightly and looks into William's eyes. "Don't you believe him sweet boy.  Don't you believe a word,"  He soothes, his voice still holding that rage, but it is clearly not directed at his beautiful boy.

William feels those arms on him, feels the tension, the strength of his lover.  His protector.  He looks back up at him with crystal blue eyes.  "I don't.  I believe yours."  His voice is clear and soft, a gentle caress.

Liam runs one hand through Will's hair, looking his face over, then settling again on those eyes, his own eyes penetrating and commanding.  "That's good baby boy, cause they are all true.  Every one of them."

William shivers a bit under that gaze.  "You were so great, standing up to him like that.  Defending me. No one..."  He swallows hard.  "No one's ever talked about me like that, except my mother."

Liam's hard stare breaks, and he smiles truly warmly. "Your mother.  William. I meant what I said, but your mother is not who I want you to think of right now."  Liam chuckles softly, leaning his forehead to William’s.  "Come on, let's go in.  I have a very real need to make you forget all about that little comparison," Liam says as he slides from the embrace, taking Will's hand and leading him into the house.

William smiles as Liam drags him in and up to the bedroom.  It's not long before they are too busy to think about Lindsey or pretty much anything else except each other.

The next day passes relatively uneventfully.  Lindsey makes his usual glaring pass during lunch but says nothing to them.  They head off to practice after school.

William stays a little after, as usual, and heads into the showers as everyone is getting ready to leave.  He doesn't notice Lindsey watching him, shadowing him.  Lindsey moves into the locker room and pulls out a money clip.  "A cool c-note to each and every one of you that leaves right now,"  He says.  The guys in the locker room all stop talking and look at him, and each and every one takes his offer.  The locker room is soon cleared, and Lindsey can hear the shower running in the next room.  He opens his bag and reaches in, taking out a leather sap, and heads into the shower.

Liam goes to practice, running drills and plays.  He tries to listen to the coach, joke with the other players and generally be just what everyone expects.  All-American football hero.  Really his mind is set on what he would rather be doing, and it has less to do with running and tackling than with grabbing and groping.  He smiles at the thought, even as he plows into one of the other players, which is an interesting vision for the one being tackled.  All and all it is a good practice, and he does play well, but he is so glad when it is finally over.  He heads into the football locker room with the others, showering and dressing, and quickly excusing himself to go meet William.  Going to just outside the pool where he usually meets Will, he stops short.  Will isn't there. He narrows his eyes, and looks up and down the long hallways.  Then he decides to go see if Will's practice had run later than usual.

Liam's attention is drawn by a noise.  A muffled scream, high and long, coming from the locker room.  He moves in only to see a horrifying vision.  William is naked, his wrists cruelly tied and pulled up to a hook high on the wall.  His ankles are tied to the posts that hold up a bench in between rows of lockers and spread-eagled. His mouth is cruelly distorted by a crude gag.  His back is bloodied, and Lindsey is standing behind him with a mop, shoving the mop handle into William over and over.  "Go ahead and scream, you little bitch.  Gonna ruin you.  Perfect are you?  Not when I finish with you, you little fucking lower-class slut. Gonna fuck you up good, and he’ll never want you again."

Rage would be the word that barely scrapes the surface of what roils up inside Liam at that moment.  His fists clench, his nails biting into his palms, and he barely feels it.  His heart thuds so heavily it is a pounding drumming backdrop to the blood that seems to run over his vision.  Because very truly he is seeing red.  His mind gives over and just lets the monster loose.  Liam’s hands turn into grappling steel claws that grab Lindsey by the arm holding the mop handle and the opposite shoulder, spinning him.  Once they are face to face, Liam slams him into the nearest locker and braces an iron-barred forearm across his throat, pinning him to the locker with a force to break bones.  Leaning into his face, Liam's eyes shine as he manages to speak, "You. Are. Dead."  His judgment and sentence said, he grabs the much smaller boy and throws him bodily against the wall.  Wildly looking around, his eyes can not even bear the sight of his poor boy laid out that way, but his rage wins the moment.  Sports equipment abounds, and although bare hands might work, he chooses his implement and turns to face Lindsey. The baseball bat is raised, and the exit blocked by Liam's hulking enraged form.

Lindsey is crumpled onto the floor, the wind knocked out of him by the force of Liam's blow.  He gasps and looks up at him, real fear in his eyes.  He starts crawling back, crablike, scrabbling to get away from the hulking enraged figure in front of him.

Liam's fiery wraith is further fueled by Lindsay's reaction. The fear in his eyes is like blood in the water.  "You disgusting shit-licking little bitch.  Afraid of me now are you?"  Liam steps up and swings, a stroke just as pretty as you would see on any golf course, if that course used ball bats and human heads to play.  The bat catches Lindsey across one jaw and a very distinct and satisfying little crack sounds, surely heralding the breaking of bones.  Liam quickly moves to where the blow carries Lindsey, leaning close. "Good," he growls.  Standing up again, he looks down on the figure in the floor, blood running from his mouth, and wide eyes staring up.  Whimpering, whines, and choked pleas fill the air. Liam rolls his head, and shrugs, then he swings.  The bat catches one knee, crushing it.  Another swing and the other knee joins the first.  The howls and scrabbling Lindsey releases barely touch a thing in Liam's hate and rage-filled mind.  He takes the bat by the end and plants it firmly on the back of one outstretched hand, obliterating the small bones, twisting it to mangle them completely.  Another round of howls, and Liam swings wide, catching the jaw on the other side.  That quiets Lindsey and spatters blood over the wall and Liam's pants.  He draws back again, and swings, this time catching his temple, knocking him both unconscious and to the floor. Liam takes advantage of this and simply begins drawing the bat back overhead and slamming it into the head before him on the pavement, over and over.  The cries have stopped and only the sickly thick thud of aluminum on bloodied skull can be heard.

Liam's rage and his methodical beating of Lindsey is interrupted by a pitiful whining cry.  Liam turns to look, and sees William hanging.  The ropes have cut deep into his wrists and blood is running down his arms.  There are rips and tears across his back, and Liam can now see the discarded length of industrial wire that was used as a whip on him, cutting deep into his flesh.  There is also blood running from his violated nether passage, and he is pale and very weak.  His eyes lock with Liam's, pleadingly, before he slumps and his eyes slide shut.

Liam drops the bat, stunned.  His rage has been blinding, but is instantly held fast by his all-consuming fear.  He goes to Will, and is unsure even at first where to start, afraid to touch him, to cause him more pain.  His eyes well, and he stops them cold. Taking a breath, he steadies himself and gets to his hands first, untying them and holding him as he is released.  He feels so fragile, so weak.  It makes Liam shiver, even as he holds him in strong arms.  He lays him down carefully on one side, and unties his legs, and then removes his gag.  Sparing the barest moment to check that nothing else is touching him.  He has to get him help, but he won't have him laid out like this naked and cold.  Two things at once, he goes to the phone on the wall, quickly calling 911, and as he returns he snatches a blanket from a training cabinet.  He very carefully wraps William in the blanket, and then pulls him close, stroking his cheek, and shushing him. The shock of it all hits him as he holds his lover, praying that he will be all right.  "Oh please, oh please...please god..."  He begs, his voice breaking softly, as he waits for help.

William stirs just a little, raising his hand to touch Liam's.  He whispers, his voice a faint rasp, through swollen and abraded lips from the gag.  "Don' leave me."

Liam shudders, and takes Will's hand holding it tight. "No...no...I'm not going anywhere.  I'll never leave you.  Never.  I got you baby...I've got you...."  Liam says, his voice hushed, even as he tries to be steady and calm.

William moans a bit and his eyes close again, but his hand is clutched tight to Liam's as the doors of the locker room burst open and the EMS personnel come in.  They look around and then at Liam, moving automatically to check Lindsey as one of them talks to him.  "You only called about one person injured.  I see two here.  What's going on?"  One of them barks, his eyes taking in the bloodied bat, the blood on Liam, the ropes, the whip, the mop, even as he waits for an answer.

"I...I...called for him. I don't...care what happens to that piece of shit."  Liam gestures between the two boys as he speaks, with his free hand.

The EMS tech moves his hand to the radio on his shoulder.  "Need another unit," he says, as he rattles off the location, "And a patrol car."  He finishes.  He moves over and check's William's pulse.  His voice softens a bit as he speaks to Liam.  "You're going to have to let him go so I can examine him."

Liam very nearly comes unglued when the man touches William, but his eyes narrow at being told to let him go.  "Can’t I hold him while you look?  I told him I wouldn't leave him," Liam says, his softer and gentle as he holds Will just a little tighter, tucking his blanket nervously around him.

"You can hold his hand,"  the tech says, speaking softly, using the same tone of voice you use when trying to talk someone off a ledge.  He turns to the other techs, working on Lindsey.  "How's it going?"

"Got a trach in. His jaw was too damaged to intubate.  We've got a fairly strong pulse, but there's massive head damage.  He's critical."

The tech with Liam nods and looks back at Liam.  "I need to check him so we can help him."

Liam is oblivious to anything the others in the room are doing or saying. He is fixated on Will, and the man insisting he let him go.  He looks up, and nods, closing his eyes for just a minute. He kisses Will's cheek very softly, and then starts to carefully lower him to the floor, making sure his blanket stays over him as best he can.  He shoots the man a hard glare.  "Be careful with him.  He is hurt all over, and he is naked.  So just be careful," He warns even as he takes Will's hand just as he was told he could. His eyes never leave the EMT.

The tech checks him over quickly, taking in his injuries, doing a quick assessment.  He turns back to the others.  "This one is stable.  Yours goes first.  Strap him to a body board and take him."  The others nod and quickly start securing Lindsey and moving him onto the stretcher.

Liam stares daggers at the EMT's.  "What?"  He demands.  "He goes first?  That motherfucker is the one who did this.  And he gets to go first?"  Liam is rapidly headed towards revisiting the rage that had already seen quiet a bit of bloodshed.

The EMT near Liam gets ready for action.  He's seen scenes like this turn ugly quick.  His voice remains soft and calm though.  "We don't judge anything except who is in worse shape.  The other unit will be here in a few minutes."  He looks back around at the others.  "Go," he says firmly, and they start moving him out of the locker room.

Liam gets ready to stand up and make his point more clear, when the hand in his stills him.  He won't let William go, and by the time he looks up again the first EMT crew is gone.  He sighs shakily, and settles again next to Will.  He looks down at his sweet baby boy, stroking his cheek carefully, delicately, the one part he can see isn't too hurt for him to touch. He is fixated on that, when the second team arrives.

The second team moves in and behind them a few uniformed police officers.  The EMT’s move in and start to try to pull William away from Liam as the police officers start looking around the room.  One of them calls on his radio for CSI to come to the scene, and the other moves forward and bends over Liam. He is a middle-aged looking man with a balding head and soft brown eyes.  "We're going to need to talk to you, son, and find out what happened here," he drawls.

Liam, suddenly inundated with input, waves off the EMT's and the police and anyone else standing too close.  He curls closer to William, and glares at them.  "I have to go with him.  I told him I wouldn't leave him.  He's hurt, and bad."  His voice breaks, and he swallows hard.  "I won't leave him.  You can ask me whatever you want.  But I won't leave him," He says sharply, his eyes flashing just a little of that flame they held earlier.

The cops look at each other and then at the EMT’s.  The cop who had spoken to Liam nods.  "All right, son, no one's gonna try to take him away.  But they have to look at him."

Liam nods, adjusting the idea he has to let them take care of Will.  "Ok, long I am with him.  They can do what they need to," Liam says softly, looking again at his beautiful poor baby.  His eyes threaten tears again, and once more he stills then with a heavy breath.

The EMT’s move in carefully and start working on William, getting him ready to transport, slapping bandages over the bleeding wounds, checking out the now quite evident bump on his head.  The whole while, the cop is talking to Liam.  "What happened here, son?  We need to know, and you're the only one who can talk right now."  His voice is soft and sympathetic.

Liam's eyes  are carefully trained on every motion of the EMT's.  He doesn't even look at the cop that is speaking to him.  "I dunno exactly." Liam starts, "I came in and well....Lindsey,"  he manages finally. "He was, he was hurting William....hurting him bad..."  Liam's throat tightens and his voice is cut off for a moment. He swallows and shakes his head, the scene playing out for him again. "So I made him stop,"  Liam says quietly, his eyes glazed.  More movement from William's direction makes him blink and steady his eyes.

The police officer takes in the state of William's body, the ligature marks on his wrists and ankles, and he nods. "Ok, son.  We're going to need details, but I think that can wait a little while.  I'm going to go along to the hospital though, so I can talk to you there."

The EMT’s start moving William over towards the stretcher to carry him to the ambulance.  One of the EMT’s looks at the cop, and the cop says to Liam, "You'll have to let his hand go for just a minute, so they can get him in the ambulance.  We'll ride along and you can hold his hand the whole way, I promise."

Liam nods, and leans over giving Will's hand a kiss before he lets it go.  "It ok.  I'm right here,"  He tells Will, patting his hand and then looking at the EMT's and nodding.  "Thank you," he says softly, his eyes lowered.
They move William quickly to the ambulance and Liam and the officer climb in after him.  Liam grabs William's hand again as the officer sits back and watches him.  "I'm Officer Moore.  What's your name, son?"

Liam gives the officer a wary look, but it quickly fades.  "Liam O'Donnell," he says simply, his fingers gently stroking the back of Will's hand as he looks back on him.

The EMT’s are on the other side of the stretcher, checking William, keeping an eye on his condition as the ambulance screams off towards the hospital.

The officer speaks again, in the same soothing tone.  "And the boy here, what's his name?"

"William Foster,"  Liam says, squeezing Will's hand, and again carefully stroking his cheek.

"He your friend?"  Officer Moore asks carefully, watching the tender way Liam handles William.

William stirs a bit and clutches Liam's hand tighter.  He murmurs, eyes closed.  "Liam...please please come find me Liam," and he whimpers.

Liam spares the cop a look. "You could say that," he says, then turns back to Will, just as his cries start. "Shh...it's ok baby.  It's ok.  I'm here.  Liam's here.  It's ok Will," He soothes. His skin crawls and his belly tightens at Will's distress.  He kisses his hand, and leans further to touch it to his face.  *It's ok baby.."  He sighs, closing his eyes.

Officer Moore's voice gets even softer.  "Do you know his parents?  His family?  They'll need to know at the hospital."

William settles down at Liam's voice, at his touch, and stops whimpering.  He's started shivering, though, and the techs start moving.  "He's in shock," one of them says, and they start working on him again.

Liam's eyes shoot wide, and a startled look.  "What?  What's wrong?  What's happening?"  He demands, looking everywhere at once as if seeking some invisible attacker.  He holds Will's hand tighter, stroking it furiously.  His mind racing a million miles a minute, and all the while him begging everything to just stop.  Just let him catch up.

The EMT's ignore Liam as they continue to work on William.  Officer Moore answers Liam.  "He's in shock, your friend there.  Just let the techs do their work, get him stable.  We'll be at the hospital soon."

Liam heeds the reasonable voice speaking to him, simply out of a need for it.  He turns slightly to Officer Moore, and nods.  "Ok...Ok...yeah we'll be there in a minute..." he says absently, his eyes trailing, then he looks up again.  "You asked me something?  Didn't you?" His worry and concern translating volumes over his face.

Officer Moore nods.  "Yes, I did.  I was asking if you know his parents."

Liam's eyes close at that.  Parents.  Did he know his parents?  Fuck.  He opens his eyes and nods, sighing heavily, setting his eyes once more on his poor William.  "Yes, yes I do.  His mother just married my father," Liam explains quietly, his voice and posture carrying more in them than his words ever could.

Officer Moore's expression of concern deepens.  "Oh, so he's your stepbrother then?  I'm sorry, didn't know you were family.  But the hospital will probably need to get hold of his mother to get permission to treat him."

Liam's eyes never leave William, but they do for a second widen.  Contacting William's mother, meant also contacting his father.  He barely contains the shiver than runs down his spine at that.  It was one thing to have social chaos over the very interesting things that he'd been doing lately.  It was another to have to face his father.  His very set in his very old-fashioned ways, violent-tempered, masculine-to-a-fault father.  Liam only moves his hand to rub his face and take a breath, settling himself once more on William.  "Yes, he's family. I can give you his mothers number at the hospital," he says, his voice more steady than he could easily manage, his fast rising fears being shoved into a very tight little bottle, with a dangerously slippery cork in it.

They pull into the hospital.  Officer Moore speaks again to Liam.  "Son, you're gonna have to let go of his hand now.  I'll escort you in, okay?"

Liam gives Officer Moore a short look, very clearly showing the thought of having to let him go hadn't even occurred to him.  It processes through his reeling mind well enough, and he nods.  He bends and kisses the back of Will's hand, before carefully placing it on the gurney next to him.  He touches his cheek one more time.  "It'll be ok baby.  I'm here," He soothes, very calmly and coolly quiet.  He sits and watches for the minute it takes the EMT's to offload Will, then he is out and following them. If the officer wants to escort him, he will just have to keep up.  His eyes are trained on the fast moving EMT's, and he follows Will into the ER.

The EMT's move in with Will and are taken off to a trauma room.  Officer Moore puts a restraining hand on Liam's shoulder as a burly nurse steps in front of him.  "You can't go in there, son.  You have to let them work on him."

Liam slings the hand off his arm, stepping to the nurse.  His eyes narrow.  "I told him I wouldn't leave," he growls, his face inches from the nurse, but his words for anyone, everyone to hear. Reasonable or not, his ability to see and touch Will are a very real part of him maintaining the tentative hold he had on himself through all this.

Officer Moore steps up to the nurse.  "If I'm in there with him, can he stand in the back, out of the way?"

The nurse looks over at Liam, then back at Officer Moore.  "If he stays out of the way and you watch him, sure."

Officer Moore looks over at Liam.  "Come on, son, let's go inside."

Liam, watching and hearing the conversation, nods, and takes a half step back, moving around the nurse, with a sharp look back, then on to the treatment room.  The nurses and aides have moved Will to a bed, and are swarming around him.  Liam nearly swoops in to clear them all out, get them off his poor William. Protection and keeping his promise are his only real focus.

"Hold on, son.  Let them work.  Your stepbrother got it pretty bad, they need to fix him up."  Officer Moore is watching Liam intently.

It's a scene of controlled chaos as they tend to William.  One of the nurses, a petite blonde, comes over.  "The techs said you're family.  We need to contact one of his parents.  He's going to need surgery and we need permission.  Do you have a number we can reach one of them?"

Liam stares at the little nurse, blinking for a second.  "Surgery?" He asks shocked. His eyes look more intently to where he is can only catch glimpses of Will, between all the motion.  He looks back at the blonde, trying to gather himself.  "Yes, um ..we are family."  He reaches into his pocket, taking out his wallet, he finds the card with his stepmother's cell number on it.  He hands it to the nurse.  "Here, umm, should be able to reach his mom...she's in Europe though...umm.."  Liam says, his voice softly stammering, as he reins himself in.  He looks at her, then at the officer, his then finally back at Will.  He can see his face now, between moving bodies.  His eyes closed, and then they turn him, and he winces, and makes a little noise. That sends a shock into Liam. He tenses and takes a short step closer to the scene in front of them.

"Hold on, son.  You can't do anything but make it harder for them to help him.  Stay back here with me, okay?"  Officer Moore says.

The nurse touches Liam's arm sympathetically.  "We'll take good care of him.  This is a great hospital, and he's got one of the best teams working on him right now.  I'll go call his mother.  Did you want to come and speak to her or just let me handle it?"

Liam stills, that reasonable voice again.  Right now something he very much needed.  He looks at him, then at the hand on his arm and the nurse attached to it.  Talk to his stepmother. "No, no I don't think I need to talk to her." Liam says defiantly, looking back at Will.  He doesn't say anymore.

The nurse nods and moves off.  The team continues to work as the nurse comes back.  "We've got parental permission for surgery, so as soon as he's stable he can go up."

"He's just about done here,"  One of the doctors says.  "Start getting him ready for transport."

Liam listens, and watches.  "Umm, what kind of surgery?  What, what does he need surgery for?" Liam asks, as the little nurse goes by once more.  His eyes almost begging, needing to know, even as his guy rolls at what they could be working on, or needing to fix.

The nurse turns at Liam's voice and walks over.  "He's got to have those gashes on his back sewn up...there's a lot of deep cuts into the muscles.  There's some damage to his rectum that needs attention.  After that they'll probably give him a head CT to rule out any brain damage or concussion.  But you'll have to go to the waiting area.  You can't go into surgery with him.  The doctor will come out and update you when he's out of surgery."

Liam shivers, and crosses his arms over his chest.  A posture that would have looked menacing for his size, if it were not accompanied by such a look of worry and fear.  He'd seen the cuts, and the other things, but he hadn't thought, hadn't realized what all that meant.   What would have to be done.  He can't go with him.  He sighs, and looks at her.  "I..I can't leave him," his voice shaking, the ferocity going out of it, he knew he couldn't, knew he wouldn't be allowed, but he has to try, has to say something.  His dark eyes look up and watch the preparations the staff are quickly making to go to the OR with Will.

"Can't be helped, son," Officer Moore says.  "I'll wait with you.  We can talk while he's in surgery.  They can't let you go in there."

Liam looks defeated, but it is what Will needs. He concedes and nods, looking up once more at his boy.  Then back at the nurse.  "Can I...can I...tell him?  Need to say something to him.  Please?"  He asks, his voice catching in his throat.

The little blonde looks up at him sympathetically.  "Sure.  Make it quick, they need to take him."

Liam nods and steps quickly at being told he could. He's next to the bed, and looking down at Will in a half second.  He has IV's and monitors and other things hanging from him. His eyes closed, and he looks almost peaceful.  Liam takes him in with a shuddering breath.  He just has to. He raises one hand, fluttering it tentatively, then touching his cheek, softly, almost unfelt.  His skin so soft, but too cool.  That shakes him, but he steadies. Blinking, he shuts off the tears that well quickly in his eyes. "Will..." he says quietly, swallowing to ease the lump steadily rising in his throat. "Will, I am here.  I'll be here when you wake up.  You do what they tell you, and I will be here.  Ok baby?"  His hand traces that one cheek over and over, memorizing, remembering.  Finally cupping it, and rolling his thumb back and forth.  His eyes fixed on it.  It would have to be enough.  His eyes close as he feels the small hand on his arm, and knows the little blonde will be standing there.  Even as she is telling him he has to go, he is nodding and with great effort he pulls those fingers back, and then himself, taking a forced step away from the bed.

The team hustles him out the door and away down the hall quickly.  Officer Moore motions to the door.  "C'mon, son.  I know where the waiting room is.  I'll take you there and we can talk a bit more about what happened."

Liam stands there for a minute more, his arms crossed once more over his broad chest.  He, for that moment, has the irrational thought of staying right there.  That he wants to be the last place William was.  That somehow it keeps him close to him.  Sighing, he lets that go.  Lets one more piece of this out of his control.  He turns to Officer Moore, and nods.  "Yeah, I guess you do need to know more."  He follows the cop to the waiting room. "Umm...thanks.  I mean, for..  well for everything," Liam says, looking away, slightly embarrassed for having needed anyone, let alone a stranger so badly.

~Part: 14~

Officer Moore nods as they sit down and he takes out his notepad.  "It's no problem, son.  I can see you've been through quite a bit today.  And I think I have a fair idea what happened, but I'm going to need as much detail as you can give me.  Until either your stepbrother or that other fellow wakes up, you're the only one that can give us any idea what went on."

Liam sits, and glares at the officer. "The other fellow," wry little laugh, "well hopefully his wake up will be a long, long time coming.  If at all," Liam says, his voice cold and hard.  Sitting forward in his seat, he looks in Officer Moore's eyes. "I saw him.  Saw what he was doing to William.  Doing to .."  Liam cuts off, the words he wants won't come out over the vision playing in his mind.  He scrubs his eyes, and looks up again.  His voice betraying him and breaking. "He raped him.  He beat him and raped him."  A harsh deadly note coloring his words as they came. "What more do you need to know?"

Officer Moore nods, his voice gentle. "I know it's hard, son.  So, you stopped him.  Used that baseball bat on him?"

Liam sighs, and nods, closing his eyes trying to hit stop on the damned video player in his head. "Yeah, and if Will.. if he hadn't needed me..." he trails off, looking away.

Officer Moore sighs.  "I can understand.  Might have been tempted to do the same myself, under the circumstances.  But I need to know if you know, Liam, why he was assaulting your stepbrother.  The types of wounds on him...they're more typical for a...personal... crime.  Like he had some personal reason for doing it, not just a random sexual assault."

Liam looks up and at Officer Moore, setting him hard in his stare.  He takes the man in, thinks about what he's done for him, and his own admission of what he might have done.  He lets his gaze become more neutral. "Very personal," Liam says quietly.  His eyes now go as far as to slide away once more, and to stare down at his hands, clasped together, his fingers tracing each other still touched somehow by Will's skin.  He can almost still feel it.  "Will is my stepbrother.  But well, we weren't raised together.  Didn't even know each other before just recently,"  Liam explains.  "I know you saw me with him, I know you heard what I said.  Not really a brotherly relationship, I'm sure you noticed," Liam says with a sharp note, his defenses reflexively on edge.  He looks back at Officer Moore.

Officer Moore nods.  "I try not to make assumptions, son, but yes, I noticed.  Teenage guys usually aren't quite that touchy-feely unless they're really close family or...something else.  I'm assuming you're telling me this 'cause it has something to do with the attack?  I promise not to mention anything I don't need to in my report."  His eyes and voice are gentle and filled with understanding.

"Yeah, it does.  The other guy, Lindsey,” he spits the name like a curse. "He, well he wanted to be with me... and I uh...well I am with Will." Liam says as steadily as he can.  This is the first time he's told anyone, or talked to anyone but Will about their relationship.  He looks at the cop, a little wary, his nerves showing.

Officer Moore sighs, scribbling in his notebook.  "Mmm.  This Lindsey sounds like a real head case."  He looks up directly at Liam.  "Gotta be honest with you, son.  As bad as you injured Lindsey, normally you'd be on your way down to the station in handcuffs.  Still may be.  But I'm going to hold off doing anything til CSI comes back with it's preliminary report and I talk to some people a little higher up.  Under the circumstances, hopefully there won't be any charges filed.  But until there's a decision, I'm going to keep you company, all right?  That way I can truthfully say you were under police supervision and you can still be here to be with your stepbrother."

Liam's face darkens.  The possibility of prosecution and consequences joined the list of things Liam had simply not thought about.  "Thank you," he manages, with true sincerity.  In spite of everything happening, he very quickly has realized this man is being a hell of a lot nicer than he has to be.

"You're welcome, son," Officer Moore replies.  "Now you sit right here.  I'm going to step across the room and call in, get some things started."  He rises and walks across the room, pulling out his cell phone and making a call.  He keeps his eye on Liam the whole time as he talks.

The little blonde nurse comes back in, standing in front of Liam.  "Oh...when I called your stepmother, your father said to give you the message to call him as soon as you could.  He wants to know what happened."

Liam looks up, and nods. "Yeah." Bet he did, Liam thinks. "Thanks."  Liam sighs, and runs a hand through his hair.  He looks at Officer Moore, who is obviously watching him, but that doesn't really bother him.  Calling his father.  That bothers him.  Thinking for a minute, trying to settle his thoughts and decide what to tell the old man, he resolves.  He'd rather do it now, get it over with.  He gets up and goes to another phone on the wall.  Using his calling card and the phone number for his father that he knew, but rarely used, he dials, and he waits while the phone rings.

"Devlin O'Donnell," a gruff male voice answers.

"Umm...Hello Da'."  Liam answers, his voice tight, and reserved.  "The umm, nurse told me you wanted me to call you."

"Fuck yeah I wanted you to call.  What the hell happened, Liam?  You were supposed to be watching after him. And what's this about some sort of sexual assault?  They asked Anne for permission to do a rape kit. She's beside herself with worry."

Liam's eyes close, and this time he would really rather not open them.  He does, almost as instinct, his father wouldn't have tolerated it.  He fixes his gaze on a crack on the wall, the shadow of it, the texture, his eyes glaze.  "M'sorry Da', yes there was an assault.  It happened while I was at practice.  I went to find William to drive him home, and found him being attacked.  I stopped the attack Da', but well  William still got hurt pretty badly," Liam explains quickly, and with the practiced reverence years under his father’s hand had taught him.

Devlin lets loose a string of profanities in Gaelic.  "Well you stay and watch him, you hear, til he gets out.  We're four days from the nearest port, and we'll take a flight home from there, but you need to take care of him til then.  Good work stopping the attack," he adds, a small note of satisfaction in his voice.  "Hope you gave it to whoever it was good."

Liam lets the smallest smile peek under his considerable mood.  His father’s pride, although muted, is loud and clear to him.  And since childhood he'd been taught to take such things as great gifts from his father.  If only for their rarity.  "Yes Da.  I did," he says with as much satisfaction as both having done just that, and that his father approved as he could shift into those two words.  "I will Da.  I'll take good care of him til you get home."  Liam quickly promises.

"Good lad.  So, who was it?  Some pervert sneak onto school grounds?  I assume the police have the bastard in custody."

"Umm...well.  You could say he was a pervert Da.  And no. He's in hospital,"  Liam says.  While he couldn't lie to his father, he also couldn't yet fathom telling him too many details.  Especially not on the phone.  There will definitely be quite a conversation when his father comes home, but he quietly tries not to have that conversation right now.

Devlin sighs.  "Well, if you beat him that bad, boy, you might be needing a lawyer, just in case.  Here, take down the number for Mr. Rostoker, our family attorney.  He'll get hold of a criminal lawyer for you if you're needing one."  Devlin rattles off the number as Liam takes it down.  "Ok, son, best that I go now.  Anne's needing comforting, and I need to start making arrangements.  I'll see you in four days."

"Four days Da'.  OK see you then. Safe travels."  Liam says. "Nye Da'."  His father returns the goodbye and he hangs up the phone.  Only now does he turn to see Officer Moore.

Officer Moore walks over to Liam.  "For the time being, son, they've decided not to file any charges.  They'll need to talk to William when he wakes up, and Lindsey, but for now you're a free man.  Don't go leaving town, though, just to be on the safe side."  He smiles gently.  "We'd like to get your fingerprints and a DNA sample if you're willing to give them, though.  No hurry."

Liam nods.  "Sure, whatever you need. If it will help." Liam offers, almost absently.  Caught in thought, when William wakes up.  He starts tracing his fingers again, the feeling of him gone, but he des it anyway, like he is trying to find it again.  He cuts his eyes at the clock, noting the time.

At that moment a man in an impeccable suit comes into the waiting room, talking on a cell phone.  "I don't care if he *is* on vacation, you get his fat ass on a plane and back here!  My boy gets the best reconstructive surgeon money can buy.  All right, that's more like it.  Bye." He clicks the phone off and looks across the room, seeing Liam standing with Officer Moore.  With a start, Liam recognizes him as Lindsey's father.  He strides across, pointing a finger at Liam and bellowing at Officer Moore.  "What is the piece of trash doing here instead of in cuffs downtown?  I was informed he's the one who put my boy in the hospital.  Crippled him."

Liam turns and it's on.  The man looks far too much like the boy he had already taken out once today, and his voice and manner do nothing to distract from the impression. Liam takes a step toward the man, his fists balled into white knots, aggravating the little cuts he had already made with his nails, but still hadn't noticed.  "You are just lucky that that's all I did to him."  Liam growls, his eyes flashing.

Officer Moore steps in between them, turning cold eyes on Lindsey's father.  "Mr. McDonald, you might want to step back and consider a few things.  Your son was in the process of a vicious sexual and physical assault on Liam's stepbrother when Liam stopped him.  In addition to the damage he had already inflicted, he had a gym bag with various implements...I won't go into detail, but needless to say its obvious his intention was to torture and mutilate Liam's stepbrother.  So you might be a little more concerned with your son's upcoming legal difficulties and think a little less about Liam's status."

Lindsey's father steps back, a little abashed.  He growls, looking at Liam, and then sighs, stepping back.  "Well just you keep that juvenile delinquent away from me."

Officer Moore shakes his head.  "Sorry, sir, I was just about to leave.  I suggest if you have a problem you take it up with building security."  He turns back to Liam.  "Keep your nose clean, son.  Don't blow it now."

Liam's rage abates under heavy restraint.  The officer has earned his respect more than once today, and he listens.  He nods, and shoots Lindsey's father a look of disgust, but he makes no further move to him.  "I wouldn't touch him for anything in the world," Liam says, promising peace, with a voice that could start a war in utopia.  Liam offers his hand. "Thank you, again," he says to Officer Moore, making his voice clearly more respectful.

Officer Moore takes the offered hand and shakes it firmly.  "You're welcome, son.  Good luck now."  He takes out a card and hands it to Liam.  "You need me, you give me a call, hear?"

Liam takes the offered card, and nods.  "Will do," He says, watching as Officer Moore leaves.  He turns, crossing his arms, and giving Lindsey's father a look of pure unadulterated hatred.  He doesn't say a word or move an inch, even though his hands itch to visit some of the same punishment on him that he was just a little while before raining down on his son.

Mr. McDonald grumbles and goes to sit across the room, making another of an apparently endless series of calls on his cell phone.  A few hours pass and a white-coated, dark-haired woman comes into the waiting room.  She calls out, "Liam O'Donnell?"

Liam springs from the seat he had just taken to stop his incessant pacing.  He just about runs at the woman at the door.  "Yes, I mean, I'm Liam O'Donnell.  How is Will.  How is he doing? Can I see him?"  Liam stammers.

"Calm down, sir.  He's fine.  His surgery went well, and there's no brain damage or obvious concussion.  He's just waking up.  The police have to see him first, but then you can go in.  He's in room 455."

"Room 455," Liam checks, as he is heading out the door.  "I'll go wait outside.  The cops.  Yeah they have to talk to him.  But he's ok," Liam says, more over his shoulder than actually to the woman, as he is already down the hall headed toward the elevators.

Liam arrives at the room only to see two people inside talking to William, taking notes.  He paces around impatiently until they come outside.  One of the two looks up at him, a dark, rather leathery little man with dancing black eyes.  "You've *got* to be Liam.  Go on in, he's been asking for you the whole time."

Liam shoots through the door without a word to the man.  Coming to William's side, his rush stops short as he looks at him.  One more thing.  He reaches out and very carefully touches his cheek, stroking it, and once more cupping it.  His heart speeds, but is eased by the contact.  A relieved smile crosses his lips. "I'm here baby," He says softly, his dark eyes welling, and this time he doesn't mind.  Doesn't mind at all.

William looks up with clear blue eyes.  His lips are still torn, and he licks them before he speaks.  His voice is a little raspy.  "Liam...'M so sorry."

The tears that were merely welling, and blurring his vision, now spill down his cheeks, even as his eyes go wide in disbelief.  He stares, and is awed.  For a minute he simply cannot speak. Can't hardly breath.  Then he blinks, and another stream falls, and again, slowly he tries.  "S-sorry.  You're s-sorry..?"  Liam asks, his voice barely above a whisper, he swallows, his hand stopping and giving his cheek the barest squeeze.  "Oh god Will, no..."  He stops his throat tight.  He turns his eyes down, catching the too white bed linens, the pristine folds.  He swallows again and sighs, and turns his eyes back to Will.  "Will, there is nothing for you to be sorry for.  Nothing."  Liam says, his voice a gently plea as much as it was a soothing caress.

"Shoulda been watching.  Shoulda been able to fight him off.  Shoulda..."  His voice trails off.  "Shoulda kept quiet til you killed him."  His eyes fill up with tears that stream down onto his pillow.  "Had to tell the police everything, Liam.  They asked so many questions."

Liam quickly wipes Will's tears, he couldn't stand them.  Made him want to go and finish the job he had merely started on Lindsey's head.  Finish making it into a puddle on the floor.  "S'ok baby.  It's ok.  I know you did,"  He shushes.   "And it's a good thing you stopped me.  I'd be sitting in a cell right now if you hadn't.  Not here with you," Liam says, trying for a tone of praise and something else that burns bright as any fire in his chest.  He doesn't want William to feel weak, doesn't want him to think he had done anything wrong.  He wants him to feel... loved.  That is it.  It has a name.  Love.  That feeling.  That burn, and that pain he had held the whole time Will was away from him.  It is love.  Just thinking it makes it that much more true.  His heart confirms what  his head was just now catching on to.  Liam bends one knee, kneeling so he can look up into Will's eyes.  Taking his hand, he kisses it, just as he had in the ambulance.  "Not being here would have killed me.  Just being away for the little while I had to be nearly did.  So you did everything right.  Did everything you should have.  Don't ever think different," Liam says, his voice steady, but heavy with his new realization.

William sobs, grabbing tightly onto Liam's hand.  "I kept calling for you, in my head, hoping you'd come.  And then you came.  He...he kept saying he was going to mess me up so you wouldn't want me anymore."

Liam wants to hold him.  Wants to take Will in his arms and never let him go.  But he is unsure of his injuries and won't hurt him any more.  He runs his hands up and down his arm in as much as he can around IV's, just trying for more contact.  "That would never happen.  Nothing will ever make me not want you.  Nothing will ever take me away from you."  Liam promises, raising his hand to wipe those tears from Will's face once more.  Looking up at him, takes only  a moment's pause to make his voice clear, "Will.  I love you."  Three words.  The three biggest words in the whole of the world.  And having said them--they have been true for so long, he can't believe he hasn't said them before now.  But now, to see how Will takes the news.

William looks into Liam's eyes and his face lights up, his expression almost beatific.  "I love you too, Liam.  Been wanting to say it for so long.  I was afraid to."  William is shaking now.  He's happier than he ever thought he could be, and at the moment he isn't feeling any pain.  Liam loves him, and that's all that matters.  He gestures towards his face.  "Kiss me, please?  I'd sit up but I can't right now."

Will loves him.  Tears spill over his cheeks, even as a smile spreads over his face.  God he does, he loves Will so much.  And even though all this is because of him, Will loves him.  He gets up and carefully leans over the bed, bracing himself so he doesn't hurt Will, and he kisses him.  Pressing their lips together, first just barely touching, then harder, and with more of what has just passed between them.  He wants even more to have him in his arms, to hold him, protect him.  That thought strikes a bitter note, but he holds the kiss just a little longer.  Lost in that contact, the feeling of Will's lips, as even more tears fall, silently.

William moves a hand awkwardly up to Liam's face and strokes it.  Liam was here.  Liam still wants him, he loves him...he hadn't left him.  Right at this moment there is nothing else that mattered. He holds the kiss seemingly forever, and he thinks that he's never felt anything so wonderful in his life.  Finally he sinks back a bit on the pillows, still touching Liam's face, wiping away tears.

Liam tilts his head into Will's touch, closing his eyes, then opening them to look into his face, a teary smile on his lips. He sighs, and blinks getting himself together quickly.  He has to take care of him.  Has to take care of Will.  "Have they told you anything baby?  How long you'd have to be here?  Are you in any pain?"  Liam moves his hands for just a half second to pull a chair next to the bed. Sitting, he takes up Will's hand again, his dark eyes intent on him, waiting for anything he needed to do for him.

"I just woke up, Liam.  The doctors haven't been by yet.  And no, I'm not hurting much.  The anesthesia is still kinda wearing off."

A nurse knocks lightly at the door and walks in.  She is an imposing figure, with salt-and-pepper hair and a stern face.  "Hello there, Mr. Foster.  Your visitor's not wearing you out, is he?"  She asks, looking disapprovingly at Liam.

Liam looks up at the nurse, ignoring her demeanor. "How long will he have to stay here?  I want to take him home as soon as possible.  And he will need something for pain soon, his anesthesia is starting to wear off.  I don't want him hurting at all."  Liam rattles off, quickly directively, with a look of expectation.

The nurse shifts her gaze over to Liam, fixing her gray steely eyes on him.  "And you are?"

"His stepbrother," squeezing Will's hand, "his family," Liam states steadily.  Knowing that family member would go a lot further than lover, or boyfriend with most medical staff.  And judging from the woman's appearance and tone, he takes his best guess and goes with it.

"Ah," is her clipped reply.  She picks up Will's chart and looks at it, addressing herself to him rather than Liam.  "Well, you have some pain meds ordered that you can have now, if you like, Mr. Foster.  As for the rest...you'll need to wait on the doctors."

William looks back at the nurse.  "Yes, please go ahead and bring the medicine.  Can...can Liam stay here in the room with me?  Can you bring in a cot or something so he can sleep here?"

The nurse sighs but nods.  "Yes, I'll arrange for it.  I'll be back in a minute with your meds."  She turns and leaves the room.

Liam turns back to Will, a quiet smile happy that he wants him to stay, and happier still that he is going to be able to.  He strokes the back of Will's hand, held loosely in the other hand.  His eyes watch his fingers. He is hesitant to tell him what happened while he was in surgery, but he has to. "Will.  The hospital, they umm...they called your mother.  They had to, to get consent for your treatment.  They umm...told her, told her about your injuries."  Liam stops, taking a deep breath, then continuing.  "Talked to my father, he's...they'll be home in four days."  Liam lays everything out for him, and then looks up to meet his eyes.  "You should call your mom Will, she was really worried."

William looks back at Liam, worry clouding his eyes.  "Yeah, guess I'd better.  Can you hand me the phone and dial the number?  Better to get it over with now."

Liam nods, picking up the phone, getting Will to tell him the number, he dials and hands him the phone.  He sits back watching for any sign he is needed, the tension in him seeming to resonate inside him, but he keeps his face open and just quietly waiting.

"Hello, Mother.  Yes, I'm fine.  Out of surgery.  No, the doctors haven't come yet.  Yes, I'll have them call.  Liam's here, yes.  I'm *fine*, Mother.  Yes, the police talked to me.  Yes...yes, they took pictures and did a," swallows, "rape kit.  Yes, Mother, I gave them your number.  Yes, Mother, we'll be fine.  Liam has been great to me, and he saved me, and he'll take good care of me til you get home.  Love you too, Mother.  See you."  He hands the phone back to Liam, heaving a long shuddering sigh.

Liam hangs up the phone.  Taking Will's hand again, he lifts it tenderly and kisses it.  "I will you know. Take care of you  I mean.  Til they get home, and *after*," Liam says, his meaning very clear in his voice and the intent look he gives him.

William smiles.  "I sure hope so."  Another look of worry ghosts across his face.  "Liam...the police...I kinda got the feeling that you might be in trouble for beating up Lindsey."

Liam shakes his head. "S'ok.  There is an Officer Moore, he was really great, and he say that I shouldn't leave town, but that at the moment they aren't pressing charges.  Da' also gave me his attorney's number and I'll call them if I need to.  Right now.  I don't want you to worry about any of that.  Ok baby.  Just want you to rest, and get better.  So I can take you home."  Liam says.

"Home..."  William says, a little happy look crossing his face.  He sighs.  "Yeah, can't wait to go home."

The nurse walks back in with a small cup of water and a clear medicine cup with a pill in it.  "Here's your meds, Mr. Foster."  She looks over at Liam.  "If you could move back for a moment?"

Liam's eyes narrow at the harpy in white, but he moves to let her do her job, and as soon as she is done he moves back.  He looks up at her.  "We would like to see the doctors now.  I think we've waited long enough."  Liam says, calmly but with that same directive note.

The nurse heaves a put-upon sigh.  "I don't control the doctors, sir.  They'll be by when they make rounds.  You'll just have to wait."

"No...No I don't think so.  I think you need to go call them now.  We won't take much of they're time, but I want answers to some things now.  And considering that his mother is married to my father, Devlin O'Donnell, someone I believe Jack *Hillwater* knows pretty well".  Liam hits the hospital administrator’s name with just enough emphasis.  "Well enough to have dinner with two or three times a month, anyway. I think you might be rethinking making us wait."  Liam is not normally given to name-dropping or power plays that his father's limited but influential contacts afforded, but in this case he would definitely make an exception.  Crossing his arms, he sits back and glares at the nurse in expectation.

The nurse looks over at Liam, her already unpleasant expression souring still more.  "I'll see what I can do," she bites out sharply, and turns on her heel to leave the room.

William looks over at Liam.  He chuckles a little and then groans as the action makes a wave of pain travel down his back.

Liam's eyes shoot wide, he's out of his seat, and standing ready to shout for the harpy to come back, looking down at Will.  "What is it baby?  Are you ok?  Want me to call the nurse back?"  Liam asks becoming borderline frantic.

William waves him back down.  "S'ok, Liam.  Just hurts my back when I move.  Lots of stitches."  He shifts a bit in the bed trying to get comfortable.

Liam's stomach turns, and his mouth goes dry.  Stitches.  He pauses, just staring, then he reanimates.  Blinking and looking at Will, he swallows.  "Can I?  Umm...Can I see them?"  He asks, unsure he really wants to see, but knowing he will have to if he is going to take care of him.  Just like every other damned thing they had to go through with all of this, he would just as soon have it over with.  Do it and move on.

"Got bandages over 'em right now to keep the bed from rubbing them,"  William replies.

A white-coated dark-skinned man, wearing glasses, walks in and picks up Will's chart.  "Mr. Foster... I'm Dr. Mukhopadhyay," he says, the name sounding like 'Mook-a-pah-dee'.  "I understand you want to know a little more about your prognosis?"

Liam looks up at the doctor, wrinkles his face at the name. "Yes.  When can I take him home?  And, umm, what will be his recovery?  He's still sore and hurting to move, even after nurse whateverhernameis, gave him something."  Liam says quickly taking charge.

The doctor looks at William.  "Do you mind me discussing your condition with this gentleman here?" indicating Liam.

"No, please, go ahead," William says, gripping Liam's hand tightly.

"We want to keep you overnight, just to make sure there's no concussion.  Assuming there's no problem, you can go home tomorrow.  You'll need nursing care, but your insurance will cover that.  Someone for bandage changes and so forth.  And you can't put any stress on those back muscles for a little while.  The muscle cuts were very deep and it will take time for them to knit.  No lifting, and try to keep bending and so forth to a minimum.  There is going to be a certain amount of pain when moving as a result of the stitches.  But we'll send you home with pain medication."  He looks over at Liam.  "Is someone going to be able to be with him or do we need to arrange for an attendant?"

Liam listens carefully to every word. "No. No attendant.  I'll be with him.  I'm not leaving him, not for a minute.  Umm, I could do the dressings too, if needed.  I mean..." his voice trails for a minute, thinking how to word his reasoning.  He simply doesn't want anyone else touching him.  Touching his Will.  "I can do them.  If someone will show me how," He says finally. They would or they wouldn't but at least he could try.

The doctor raises an eyebrow.  "That could be arranged.  Usually we do that sort of thing for people whose insurance doesn't cover nurses.  Are you sure?  It's a lot of work, and heavy lifting."

Liam sits back with some satisfaction at what he has always known to be his impressive form.  "Yeah doc, think I can handle it," he says with confidence.  "Just have someone teach me what to do, and it'll be done."

The doctor notes the possessive way that William clutches Liam's hand and nods.  "I'll tell the nurse.  If you're here tonight she can show you when she does the first bandage change."

"Not going anywhere doc, send her in as soon as you can.  I want to have that done, and let him rest.  So we can leave as early as possible in the morning."  Liam continues his directive tone, and steady glare.

"The bandages are still fresh from the surgery.  It'll be a few hours,"  the doctor returns, a little exasperated, as if dealing with a troublesome child.  "Nice meeting you, Mr. Foster.  I'll be back to check on you later."  He turns and leaves.

William looks at Liam.  "He seemed nice."

Liam watches the doctor go with narrowed eyes.  He'd doesn't like having to wait, but he doesn't have a choice, more control gone.  He sighs, and puts on a smile for William.  "Yes, but I want you home.  Just have to be patient," Liam says, as much to himself as to Will.

The next few hours pass relatively quickly.  They bring in a fold-away bed for Liam, and dinner for both of them.  Liam has to help William eat, his own dinner getting cold in the process.  Finally the nurse comes in wheeling a tray covered with supplies.  "Time for your bandage change, Mr. Foster, and your bath."  She looks down her nose at Liam.  "I understand you're wanting to learn how to do the changes?"

Liam stands up next to the bed, dismissing the nurse’s attitude, he nods.  "Yes, need to learn all his care.  Whatever he will need at home," he says readying himself for whatever he would need to learn or do.

She shakes her head.  "You could have nurses and attendants to take proper care of him," she says disapprovingly.  "But here, come watch.  In addition to the bandage changes, he's going to need bed baths for the first few days, til the wounds close up enough for him to be not be bandaged and for him to be able to shower."  She unties and slides William's hospital gown off, and then starts cutting through the swath of gauze on his chest.  "Need you to sit up, Mr. Foster.  Do you need help?"

"Please," he says, looking at Liam.

Liam takes Will's hands. "Ok baby, just pull up and I'll help you," he says softly, only looking at Will.

William pulls against his arms, getting into a sitting position.  The nurse sniffs and moves to take off the upper layer of bandages, revealing another layer of somewhat shiny looking pads underneath.  She starts removing them carefully, using more gentleness than she outwardly seemed capable of, revealing a series of ugly-looking stitched wounds.

Liam holds onto Will's hands until he seems able to balance himself, then he moves just slightly so he can see the wounds, and the needed bandages.  His throat closes tight at the sight.  Rage threatens again, it boils and just barely starts to color his vision.  Thoughts of going to finish the job loom, and then he feels slender soft fingers in his hands, and he is diffused.  He pauses from his gaping stare at Will's back to look into his eyes. "M'sorry Will.  M'so sorry my sweet boy,"  He says, a tremor in his voice.

William shakes his head, "Not your fault, Liam, not your fault.  You saved me."

Meanwhile the nurse has gone to fill a basin with warm water and comes back to soap up a washcloth.  "Need to bathe you,"  She says crisply.  "Give me your arm."

Liam bristles, and stares at the woman.  "I think I can do that.  Tell me what I need to do to redress these, and anything else I need to do.  Then go.  I'll bathe him."  Liam says his voice cold and taking no argument.

The nurse stares back, her look just as cold.  "I'll step out while you bathe him, but I'll have to be here for the bandaging.  Hospital policy.  Don't use the washcloth on his back, we use betadine to clean the area around the stitches.  Buzz me when he's bathed."  She walks out, not waiting for a reply.

Liam sighs as the old battle-axe leaves, and looks back at Will.  "M'sorry baby.  I should probably let her do it, but well...I just don't want anyone touching you.  Is that ok?"  Liam says, in all sincerity.

William smiles.  "Are you kidding?  Who do you *think* I'd rather have washing me?"

Liam gives a tight smile, and starts lathering the rag.  "Well I know I'm being a pain in the ass," he says, gently taking one of Will's  arms and beginning to wash him in softly soothing strokes, washing rinsing and drying.  Then he moves to his chest, and over his belly, leaving the other arm for when he moves to that side.  His hands move very gently, delicately as if Will is fine crystal that will break at a moment’s notice.

William relaxes, sighing just a little in contentment.  "That feels good.  Wasn't so keen about the idea of her lifting this sheet to wash my lower half, especially.  I'm naked under here."  He looks over at Liam.  "Kinda like that you don't want anyone touching me.  But it's an awful lot of work for you.  You sure?"

Liam looks up from his drying his belly. "No, of course I don't mind.  I wouldn't have it any other way.  No one is touching you, not if I can help it," Liam assures.  To the other, naked, Will is naked under the sheet.  Liam knew that somewhere, but now that he is bathing him other things crop up with regards to him being naked.  "Umm...Will.  Do you want to...I mean...did you want me to wash under there?"  He asks, very unsure, much as he wants to touch Will, he doesn't want to remind him or do anything he might not want him to do.

William swallows, suddenly realizing what Liam is worried about.  "Yeah."  He puts on a cheerful face.  "Gotta have clean legs, right?"

Liam dunks and lathers his rag again, nodding. He pulls the sheet up draping it over Will loosely, and then pulling it from the bottom up to reveal just his legs.  He leaves the sheet bunched over his lap, and begins washing as high up on his legs as he has revealed, washing and drying each leg and foot carefully.  He starts to move to pull the sheet back into place, finally looking up at Will.  Liam's expression is touched with worry. "There, legs all clean," he says, trying to mimic Will's tone.

William nods, his face a little white.  "I want you to, okay?  Just...just not here.  At home."  His eyes plead with Liam for understanding.

Some of the worry goes out of Liam's face and he smiles.  "I ...Will.  I didn't mean.  Don't think you have to ok?  Here, home, where ever.  It's ok," Liam says, trying to make himself clear.  He isn't worried about touching Will.  That he is here and he can help him, for now that is enough.  He does worry that Will might never want him to touch him again.

William breathes slowly in and out.  It was terrible, the terror that had gripped him.  This is *Liam*, not that sick bastard Lindsey, but he was scared.  "Better ring for the battle-axe, then, huh?"  He says with a bravado he does not feel.

Liam sees Will's look, even with his little act.  His eyes drop and he nods.  He reaches for the callbell, and pushes the button to call the nurse back to the room.  "Yeah, ok," he says softly.

The nurse comes back into the room.  "Ok, let me show you how to do the cleaning and bandaging then?  Oh, no, wait, let me guess, just tell you how?"  She sighs.  "Ok, put on gloves and I'll walk you through it."  She takes Liam step by step through it, showing him how to clean with the betadine, how to put on the ointment, the inner non-stick pads, then wrap over and tape down the gauze.  She nods with a grudging admiration when he finishes.  "You might think about becoming a nurse.  You have good hands for it.  You'll have to watch the discharge.  If it gets yellow or green, he might have an infection, and you'll need to contact the doctor."

Liam smiles slightly at the nurse's praise, and nods at her direction to watch the wounds carefully.  "I will.  I'll call right away.  Umm, thank you,"  Liam says quietly. He knows he's been a pain, but the nurse has respected his wishes, and he does appreciate it.

"You're welcome.  I'll be back with his evening meds and then the two of you can get some rest."  She comes back in a few minutes with a pain pill and a sleeping pill for William, which he dutifully takes, and then she leaves.

William sinks back against the pillows.  "Wish you could crawl in here with me," he says with regret in his voice.

Liam looks at him longingly, he so wants to wrap him up in his arms and just hold him.  "Yeah. I do to," he says with a similar tone.  He goes over and sits just on the barest edge of Will's bed, careful not to touch or disturb him. He takes his hand, stroking it and holding it.  For now his only real continuous contact.  Looking down at those delicate slender fingers, he is for a moment lost in the simple pattern of his skin.  Then he sniffs, and draws a long breath. He can't hold him, can barely touch him, and that is just how it is.  He slides off the bed, and kisses Will's hand.  "We should rest.  I'll take you home as early as they will let us go.  You can sleep in your own bed," He says, trying for confidence as he looks down at him.

William shakes his head.  "Gonna sleep in yours, at least until our parents get home."  As much as the idea of being touched...down there...scares him, the idea of sleeping alone is even worse.  Then a dreadful thought occurs to him.  "Unless...unless you don't want me to."

Liam is startled, by Will's question.  "Oh...yes...Will...Of course I want you to.  I'd climb in with you right now, but I'm ...I'm afraid you don't want me to, or that I might hurt you,"  Liam says, desperately trying to make Will know he wants him close to him.  "Want so much just to hold you Will.  Just hold you," Liam says, holding his hand so tightly, his voice so full of emotion.

William nods and grips back tightly as well.  "I want you to.  Want to be in your arms right now.  Wish they'd take out this damn IV."  His eyes well up with tears, so relieved that Liam still wants him.  He could still hear Lindsey's voice in his head, cackling about how Liam wouldn't want him if he wasn't perfect anymore.

“It's ok baby.  We have time.  Tomorrow I'll take you home and then I can hold you.  Hold you all day if you want.  Long as it doesn't hurt you too much," Liam says, putting Will's condition well ahead of his own need.  He lets the hand go, and pulls the cot up close enough so he can sit up and reach Will.  He sits there for a long time just looking at him, doing just that, holding his hand.

William holds onto Liam as if his life depended on it.  He settles in, turning enough so that he can see Liam.  The sleeping pill makes him sleepy soon, and though he really doesn't want to sleep he soon has to.  The last thing he sees when he closes his eyes is Liam's face.

Liam doesn't move.  He sits there watching the easy rise and fall of Will's chest, his hand clasped to that singular point of touch between them.  Sometime late in the night he drifts, sitting up his head lolls to his chest, and it wakes him.  He looks up and sees Will, haloed in the soft light drifting from the window, moonlight.  He looks serene and peaceful.  Liam sighs, and as he moves to rub his eyes, he notices he is still holding Will's hand.  He smiles at that, and gives it a light squeeze, moving it just enough to scrub over his face.  He looks up at the clock.  Five AM.   Not much longer til he was sure they could start things rolling on getting Will home.

The door opens and the light flips on, flooding the room with harsh brightness.  "Morning, Mr. Foster," the nurse says in a too-loud tone.  "Time for your morning meds."

William stirs sleepily.  He sees Liam is still holding his hand and smiles.

Liam squints at the light, "is that strictly necessary?"  He barks in a too harsh, and aggravated voice, looking from the nurse to Will, who he is concerned had been startled.

"Morning to you too," She says to Liam.  "It's time for his meds," she repeats, as if that is sufficient explanation.

William lifts up a bit and takes the pill and downs the little cup of water.  "Thank you,"  he says.

"No problem.  Breakfast will be here soon, and then the doctors should be by on morning rounds."  She nods and turns to leave, closing the door behind her.

Liam lets go of Will's hand for a moment, and stretches, yawning.  "Well at least we can get started and get out of here.  How are you feeling this morning?"  Liam asks, looking through red and heavy lidded eyes.

"Stiff and sore.  But not bad.  I want to go home."  He blinks, suddenly realizing.  "I don't have any clothes here.  They brought me in naked.  And...your car isn't here.  It's still at school, isn't it?"

Liam sighs, getting up to wash his face.  "Yeah, it is." For a minute he is perplexed.  Then his face brightens, and he almost laughs.  "Gift shop.  They have a gift shop.  Should have something in it you could wear.  You be ok for ...um...twenty minutes or so?...shouldn't take me longer than that,"  Liam says even as he is drying his face and walking to the door.

William nods.  "Sure." He settles back, smiling.  Liam is taking care of him yet again.  He almost purrs in contentment.

Liam nods, and then pauses.  He steps over to Will, and leans, kissing him softly on his abused lips, looking down at him once more, then he is gone.  He checks at the desk for the location of the little shop.  He goes in, a short little gray-haired granny type greets him.  "Hello and good morning young man."    Liam smiles, and nods. "Hello ma'am.”  Then he looks around the little shop, quickly locating the small selection of clothes, sweats mostly.  Not terrible, but not a fashion statement either.  Liam selects a pair of gray sweat pants, and a T-shirt which says something that makes him smile.  As he goes to the counter, he notices a small refrigerator.  Inside is a beautiful selection of small bouquets.  The little old shop lady ambles up to him, and smiles.  "Have meanings you know. Each one.  Flowers tell stories, and say things people never can."  Her voice is aged, and a little smoky, but her words strike something with Liam.  Over the case are little cards that told what each flower meant.  Perfect.  Maybe it isn't masculine, and maybe it is just a little gay.  But well, those are both things he is fast becoming accustomed to.  He makes his selection, and takes the little card that told what the flowers meant.  Paying, the lady gives him a little wink, taking in the meanings.  "Lucky girl you must have," she says.  Liam smiles, and without reservation says, "well I hope *he* thinks so."  The little lady winks, and nods, wrapping up the clothes, and carefully placing the flowers in a vase.  Liam takes everything and quickly makes his way back to the room.

William is still smiling when Liam walks back in.  He sees the vase of flowers and his smile widens into a beaming grin, and he blushes a little.  "Flowers?"  He says, his voice going up a little.

Liam ducks his head, and smiles shyly.  "Well.  Yeah. Umm...there's a card that goes with them.  The umm...the shop lady.  She said flowers say things.  Mean things.. "  Liam stammers, not expecting to be so embarrassed.  He hands Will the little card and sets the bag on the bed, waiting to see Will's reaction.    Baby's breath for innocence, rings the arrangement.  Camellia for perfection, primrose meaning, I can't live without you, rosebud for something that he knew Will needed to know beauty, he was still his beautiful boy, rose a single full bloom, I still love you, do and always will.  Yarrow healing, something he desperately needed.  Calla's beauty, beautiful boy.  Liam, crossed his arms uncomfortably, as he worriedly watched Will read the little card.

William's grin gets bigger and his blush deeper as he reads the card.  His eyes get moist as he looks up at Liam.  "Thank you.  They're wonderful.  *You're* wonderful."

Liam' s face breaks, and he smiles.  "You like them?  Really?"  He asks, touching Will's cheek softly, feeling the heat from that sweet blush on his fingers.  "I hoped it would make sense,” he says.

William rubs against Liam's hand on his cheek.  "They do.  Thank you."  His blush slowly fades, but he doesn't want Liam's hand to move.  They stay like that for a long few minutes and then William sighs and looks up at Liam.  "So what did you find me to wear?"

"You're welcome baby."  Liam says as he picks up the little bag.  First a pair of simple flat flip flops, a pair of gray sweat pants, and a t-shirt.  "They're not GQ, but it's good enough to get you home in.  And after you’re dressed, and they release you, we can take a cab home. See no problem," Liam says laying out his plan for getting them home.

William looks at the T-shirt.  "Handle with Care?"  He smiles.  "I like it."  He nods.  "Yeah, sounds like a plan."  About that time, breakfast arrives.  By the time they have eaten, Dr. Mukhopadhyay walks in the door.

"Ahh, Mr. Foster.  You're looking well this morning.  Let me examine you."  He checks a few things, shining a light into his pupils, looking in his chart.  He nods.  "Looks like you're going home today, Mr. Foster.  I'll start the paperwork for your discharge.  We'll get your prescriptions and the supplies for your dressing changes and send them home with you.  You sure you don't want nursing care or an attendant?"

William looks over at Liam.  "I'm sure."

The doctor nods.  "Well, we'll have to call your mother and get her to sign the discharge papers, and she can still overrule you on the nursing issue, but otherwise you'll be out of here in a few hours."

Liam sighs.  Of course she can.  Hopefully she won't.  He presses a smile to the doctor, and for Will's benefit.  Few hours.  He is beginning to think he will never get Will out of this place.  He takes Will's hand, and gives it a little squeeze.  "Umm...can we get his IV out then?  Since he is leaving? "  Liam asks, quickly.

The doctor nods.  "I'll send the nurse in to take it out.  Well, if that's all...good luck, Mr. Foster. I'll see you in about ten days to remove the stitches."

"Thank you, Doctor," William says.

The doctor puts the chart back in place and leaves.  A few minutes later the nurse comes in.  "Understand you're leaving us today, Mr. Foster.  We'll have that IV out in just a minute."  She works quickly and efficiently and soon removes it, with a bandage in place over the site.  "I'll be back later with your papers.  You can go ahead and get dressed if you like, if you have any clothes here.  If you need help, just buzz."

Liam waits patiently for the nurse to do her work, and leave.  Then he's up and nearly bouncing wanting them to be out of there.  "Umm, did you want me to help you?  Or are you ready to get dressed yet?"  Liam asks.

William grins.  "Yeah, I'd like to get dressed.  And I'm definitely gonna need help.  Hurts to stretch and I don't even wanna *think* about how much bending would hurt right now."

Liam nods. "Ok.  Umm...well let's get your shirt first.  I'll stretch it a little.  Then it should slip on easier."  Liam tugs, the shirt stretches, and he begins feeding it over Will's arms. "Ok, now it's probably going to hurt but you need to raise your arms, that'll be the worst of it, then it will be on more or less."

William slowly lifts his arms, grimacing a little as the muscles on his back shift, but he gets them up.  "Ok, got 'em up."

Liam quickly and carefully moves, sliding his shirt up and over his arms, and head, tugging the material to give over Will's form and not pull on his arms. Liam's face is set in grim determination against Will's grimace, trying to do what he has to and not crumble under what he knows has to be hurting William.  "Ok, now You can lower them and I'll hold it out from your back, then we'll pull down the front.  Then I'll thread your pants legs, and help you stand up so we can pull them up."  Liam says, quickly doing just that.  Every motion is heavy with the building tension he feels at Will having to suffer this way.  Then he picks up the pants, and stands there for a second, before starting feed first one leg then the other carefully into the legs of the pants.  Then he slides them up as high as he can, and holds his hands out to help him slip to the side of the bed.  "Do you think you can stand ok?"  Liam asks, keeping his voice even.

William nods.  He sets his mouth firmly and slides over to the side of the bed, pulling on Liam's hands.  Then he plants his feet on the floor and stands.  He's nice and steady.  His back is on fire from the strain of pulling himself up, but he stands and nods at Liam.  "Yeah," he gasps out.

Liam watches him warily, holding his hands longer then was strictly necessary.  Once he is convinced he can stand ok, he quickly pulls his pants up, and over his hips, carefully over his lower back.  "Ok.  There, you can sit down again if you want.  We still have to wait a little bit, so I think you should just stay in bed til then."  Liam says, letting his hands linger on Will's hips just holding him carefully.

William closes his eyes and savors the feel of Liam's hands on him.  They make him feel so good, so safe.  He doesn't want to lose that feeling.  "Get in with me, please?"  He begs, his voice a little tremulous.

Liam ducks his head a little to look into Will's eyes.  "You sure?  Not too sore?"  He checks, his hands still holding those slender hips gently.

William opens his eyes.  "No, not too sore."  He doesn't care, at this point, about anything except being safe in those protective arms.

Liam nods, and helps Will back to the bed, then he very carefully climbs in next to him.  He makes his movements slow and deliberate, and patient.  Trying as hard as he can not to hurt Will.  Finally they are curled together, Will's head on Liam's chest, his arms around him, not as tightly as he would have liked, but still.  He has his boy in his arms.  His Will.  He had waited for this, wanted it so much.  To just hold him close, know at least in that moment he can keep him safe.  A sigh leaves him, catching on the welling emotions just this small comfort brings him.  "Will. I love you.  Love you so much,"  He says quietly, just because he needs to, he wants to and it feels right all over again.

William lays against Liam's chest, feeling those arms encircle him.  The lingering terror that he hadn't even known was haunting him is beaten back.  "I love you too.  Oh, Liam, love you more than I know how to say."

Liam strokes his back and smiles. "Well that could be said for me too Will."  A little chuckle tickles his chest, at his own romantic gestures.  Flowers.  Ahh, well he thinks, Will liked them.  They rest together curled up, and Liam even dozes off here and there with the feeling of Will being safe in his arms.

They are still curled together when the nurse comes in, clearing her throat, pushing a wheelchair and an aide pushing a cart.  "Have your discharge papers all signed, have your meds and supplies, and a wheelchair to take you down.  Ready to go?"

Liam uncurls them slowly, and looks at the nurse.  "Yeah, umm, give us a minute to get up and call a cab."  Liam says, and then helps Will up and into the wheelchair. Making the call and looking back at the nurse.  "Ok, all set."

The nurse nods.  "Off we go then."  She wheels them down to the curb and the aide starts loading the supplies into the trunk of the cab while Liam helps William into the cab itself.  "Good luck," the nurse says, and smiles a little smile as she moves off with the wheelchair.

Liam gets in beside William and curls a protective arm around him, carefully.  "Next stop home." He says, and smiles.

William settles against Liam, inside the crook of his arm.  "Home."

~Part: 15~

They arrive home and get unloaded, Liam having to drag in all the supplies himself as William can't lift any of it.  Then William looks at Liam.  "So what now?"

Liam looks up as he sets down the supplies, and the flowers he toted in from the car. "Well, umm..  I wanted to get you settled, then maybe take a shower.  Ahh, well after that I dunno..."  He says, extending his hands and shrugging slightly.  "Your dressings don't need to be changed for another 6 hours or so.  You can't have any pain medicine for at least 3 hours."  Liam runs through the list of things he would need to tend to, and the relative time they would be needing to be done in the day.  Then he looks at Will, "What did you want to do?"

William looks back at Liam.  He moves over closer, looking up into his chocolate-brown eyes.  "I want to strip down and crawl into bed with you and have you hold me really, really close."

Liam blinks and stares into clear blue eyes.  "If that's what you want, my boy, then that's what we'll do," Liam says, forgetting any other plan or thought he had for the moment.  Holding William is all he could think to do, or want to do.  "Come on we'll use my bed," he says smiling, and taking Will's hand, leading him gently to his room.

William follows and then stands, looking at Liam.  He steps out of the flip-flops and slowly raises his arms.  "You'll have to take my clothes off for me."

Liam steps close to Will, first raising his shirt out from his back and to his shoulders, then pulling it off quickly so as to not aggravate his muscles. He pauses, letting Will lower his arms, watching him carefully.  Then the pants. Liam stares at them with a tight look to his face.  Then he sighs and decides he is being an idiot.  Will had asked him to undress him.  It is something he is going to have to do for him, until his back heals anyway.  He reaches out and threads his fingers under the waistband of Will's sweat pants, and lowers them, trying hard to keep his face neutral.  Once his pants are to his legs below the knees, he helps Will raise and lower each foot until he is standing completely naked.  Liam looks up at him, and for all the bruises and tears, and other hurts, Will truly is beautiful.  He smiles, and stands up.  "Let's get you laid down, then I'll undress and slip into bed with you.  Ok, baby boy?"  Liam asks, catching Will's eyes again.

William moves closer to Liam and rests his head against his chest.  "Ok, Liam.  I...I love you so much."  He moves over to the bed and sits on the edge, holding out his hands for Liam to take his.  Then, with Liam's help, he lowers slowly onto his back onto the bed.  There is minimal pain from his movements but then he is settled comfortably.  He looks at Liam.  All he can think of is Liam holding him close, keeping him safe.

"I love you too Will,"  Liam says, as he quickly undresses himself, and climbs into the bed beside Will.  He carefully wraps his arms around his waist, and holds him as close as he dared.  The multitude of reasons for his holding back hang heavily in his clouded mind.

William wraps his arms around Liam's neck, the bandages on his wrists rubbing lightly against his skin.  He lays his head on Liam's chest and just lets himself feel safe in those strong arms.  He sighs and a strong shiver runs through his body, and he clings more tightly to Liam.  "I...I'm scared, Liam.  Scared all the time.  This is the only place I feel safe.  Here, with you holding me."

Liam holds Will a little closer, trying not to hurt him, but also wanting him nearer.  Wanting to cover him, hold him, keep him safe and untouched, unharmed..  Something he can't do.  But he tries, his hands very gently find spots on his shoulder he remembers are untouched, and he strokes them gently. "I'm sorry baby.  Sooo sorry.  I'm here.  I won't let anything happen to you. Never again," Liam swears, his voice low and deadly serious, even as he is trying to calm and soothe Will.

"I know you won't.  I knew...I knew you would save me.  That's all that kept going through my head, the whole time."  William's throat tightens a bit at the memory, and then he winces as a chance movement irritates his back.   "Can you roll me so I'm on top of you, Liam?  Get the weight off my back?"

Liam swallows, still so unsure of how to touch Will, or move him.  He very carefully moves, and ends up with Will laying over his chest and body.  He lets out a little sigh, and holds himself ready if Will is injured.  The tension he feels rolls over him, and makes his belly and chest tighten, even as he concentrates on making his hands and arms soft and gentle.  "You ok Will?"  Liam asks cautiously.

William relaxes, going boneless on top of Liam.  Even as he unwinds he can feel the tension in Liam.  "What's the matter, Liam?"  He asks, fearful he has done or said something wrong.

Liam sighs, and lets his head fall back against the pillow heavily.  "Just... well... don't know how to touch you.  Don't know where. Just... Will, I don't want to hurt you," He says desperately, turning his head slightly.  Trying so hard to have it all under control, and well he does, all but this.  Touch.  Where, how....Liam turns his head back and looks down at Will's head.  "I can't hurt you.  Won't,"  Liam says, kissing William's hair and then letting his face rest in those soft bleached curls.

William purrs and burrows a bit into Liam's broad muscular chest.  "You're not hurting me.  I want this, want you to hold me.  What are you scared of?"

Liam sighs, and closes his eyes.  "William, if I were to move you the wrong way, touch you too hard, or hold you too tight," another sigh, "it might pop the stitches, might work something loose, hell Will, might just hurt."  Besides he adds to himself, where can I ever touch you that won't remind you of him?  How can you ever let me touch you again?  Liam sits there for a long while, just holding Will, his thoughts swimming and uncertainty looming heavily.

William clings tighter to Liam.  "Don't care.  Don't care about anything but you holding me right now."

Liam nuzzles his face in Will's hair again, and tries to smile.  "Yeah, well I do Will."  He says, his voice soft and musing.

William shifts a bit against Liam.  He wants to stay awake and talk but really he's worn out by the little bit of exertion involved in getting home.  He falls asleep on Liam's chest before he really realizes it.

 Liam is just getting used to the parts of Will he is able to touch, thoughts of how he can hold and how he can't wandering over and around his mind, when he feels Will go completely boneless, and hears the soft breaths he takes in his sleep.  He sighs, and settles his hands as he is able, and so as to not disturb him.  He is tired, very tired, absently wishing he'd had that shower before he laid down, he finds himself drifting with Will safe.

William sleeps well at first...those strong arms around him send him into pleasant dreams.  But then...then there is pain as he shifts in his sleep, and it sparks his brain into the realm of nightmare.  He can feel the ropes cutting into his wrists, the fire blossoming across his back all over again.  He twists and starts screaming, trying to get away.

Liam is startled from his short respite.  His arms tighten reflexively as he raises slightly to see what that hell is going on.  His tired sleep-blurred eyes look wildly for the possible threat.  He blinks, and stills himself.  Remembering Will is on top of him, he softens his grip, and sighs seeing nothing, he realizes Will is having a nightmare.  He lays back and just gently strokes his arms.  "Baby...Will...wake up.   Come on baby, it's ok.  Shh...it's ok...I'm here.  It's Liam."

William hears Liam's voice, swims towards it, clutches onto it...pulls himself up out of the dream.  He is shaking with remembered fear as his eyes pop open.  It takes him a little while to remember where he is, to slow his breathing, to still his pounding heart.  He looks up and touches Liam's face, trying to wipe out the images in his mind and replace them with better ones.  "Sorry..."

Liam takes Will's hand and kisses his fingers softly, then presses them back against his cheek.  He tries to make his embrace as tight and reassuring as he can.  "No...no...it's ok.  Are you all right?"  Liam asks, his voice low, and just a little scratchy from his snatched nap.

William nods, still shivering.  "Y-yeah.  Just...just...I was back there again, Liam."  He lays his head back down on Liam's chest.  "Sorry.  I know you haven't gotten much rest."

Liam shakes himself out of sleep weariness, forcing his voice and motions to be steady and at least to sound rested and relaxed.  "No.  I'm fine.  Really.  I'm sorry you got so scared baby..."  Liam's words trail as his mind wants to say things...sorry I let that happen, sorry you can't really be safe in my arms, sorry I can't make it all go away.....and most of all sorry I failed you.   Not wanting anything else to worry or touch Will right now, he swallows carefully tucking away all that, maybe for later, but maybe for never.  "You want to try to sleep some more Will?  Or did you need anything?  It's still just a little before I have to get started tending your wounds and meds,"  Liam says, craning his neck to check the time with a little look of disbelief at how soon they had awakened.

William shakes his head.  "No.  Not going back to sleep right now.  Not sure *when* I'm going to want to sleep."  He can't face those nightmares again.  Not right now.  It was like being back in that locker room all over again.  He looks up at Liam. "Didn't you say something before about needing a shower?  I hijacked you and fell asleep on you before you could."

Liam sighs, and raises his hand to scrub over his face, before returning it to Will's shoulder.  "It's ok.  I'd rather be here holding you anytime.  I just feel kind of nasty, but it can wait,"  Liam says, keeping any hint of anything to the contrary to himself.  Will has just had a nightmare, and is still shaking, he can feel it through the gentle embrace they share.  There was no way he can leave him alone.  "Was there something else you wanted to do?  Watch TV?"  Liam says, raising his head slightly.

"Sure,"  William says.  He knows that Liam's humoring him, but right now he just wants to be held.  God, he castigates himself, what a weak little needy mama's boy you are.  Got Liam so worried he won't even leave you to take a shower.  How pathetic do you look right now?  he asks himself.  He frowns a bit, but at least lashing at himself distracted him from his fear and stopped the shaking.

"Here, can you lay next to me again. That way I can hold you, and we can watch TV from here." Liam says, wiggling a bit to catch the remote and clicking the television on. The shaking stops, and his strung-out nerves slack off just a little.  He is cool and relaxed on the outside and shuddering anxiety boy on the in.

William nods and shifts himself slowly off Liam, lying on his side next to him.  In the process their crotches rub against each other and William hardens a bit, involuntarily, from the contact.  He gasps as the arousal almost automatically triggers another wave of fear.

Liam feels both Will touch him, and with his reaction to the touch, he also feels the tight little shiver that goes through Will's body as it is pressed against him.  His eyes slide down, but he keeps his hand on Will's shoulder, holding him, never letting that falter, even as his own mind reels with what that reaction must mean.  His face set for the minute, he lets that roll around his mind before deciding once more to just deal now, and worry about himself later.  He looks up as if nothing had happened. "What would you like to watch, Will?" Liam asks, his tone even and nonchalant.

"I don't care."  William gives a weak little chuckle.  "Anything except the porn channel."  He's still trying to  wrap his mind around the fear.  Why fear?  This is Liam.  Liam loves him, he loves Liam, Liam would never hurt him...why the fear?  Then he looks up at Liam's face, and wonders if he noticed.  He *must* have noticed.  Why didn't he say anything?  His mind is whirling with thoughts and feelings as he tries to just find something, anything to steady himself.

Liam nods and flicks through the channels, carefully avoiding, *those* channels, finally settling on a movie.  "Armageddon.  That was a good movie.  Want to watch that?” Liam asks, tilting his head to look down on tousled blonde curls.

"Yeah, sounds good."  William forces himself to look at the screen, to at least *appear* to concentrate what's on there.  His mind is still turning over what just happened.  Why didn't Liam say anything?  He goes back to Lindsey's words, hearing the cruel inflection in his mind with bell-like perfection.  Does Liam not want him?  Is *that* why he didn't say anything?

Liam fixates on the screen, his hand fingering a trail over Will's arm lazily.  He can feel tension like a white-hot coil looping and winding tighter and tighter as he sits.  He can't touch Will more than he is.  He can't make anything any better.  His eyes fall from the screen at that thought, for just a moment.  He raises them dutifully almost immediately, willing them to stay fixed in place.  He thinks again at Will's reaction to their touching, and he knows.   Knows Will doesn't want him to touch him.  Not like that.  He hopes it won't be permanent.  And if it is... well..  Liam pondered, well, it will just have to be that way.  His face barely reacts, the soft laughs the movie elicits are little more than barely forced sounds.  They don't touch his hard fixed dark eyes.

William can't stop his mind from traveling down those dark paths.  The longer they sit there, the longer the silence drags out between them, the worse he feels.  He can't seem to see a way out of it, except...he makes up his mind, and leans over and starts kissing, softly, on Liam's chest.

Liam's eyes go wide, and he looks down, taking in what he is feeling.  Will's lips on his chest.  The feeling sends a very confusing sensation over him.  Both electric arousal and horrified guilt.  Those sweet lips that had caressed his skin, and made his body sing.  Those soft bruised and still slightly torn lips, that had been so brutally bound just the day before.  Liam stills, but he does touch the side of Will's face. "Will.." Liam says mildly,  "what are you doing baby?"  Liam asks, he didn't know what else to say.  He no idea what to do, or feel at that moment.

"Kissing you,"  William answers.  He knows that not what Liam is asking, but he's not really sure what answer to give.  He just knows he needs to do this.  His hand slides down over Liam's belly, softly caressing his abs as he kisses again.

Liam is for a moment lost to the sensations he thought he were gone.  Then a terrorizing though hits him.  He stops Will's hand with his own.  "Will.  You know you don't have to.  I mean...I want you.  I really want you.  But you don't have to.  You don't ever have to if you don't want to.  I'll still love, and still want you just the same."  Liam pours his heart out as he speaks, and just prays that Will, knows this.  That he is just telling him what he already knows.

William feels a stab through him at Liam's words.  They are exactly what he wanted to hear...what he wanted to know.  But he has no intention of stopping now.  For one, it would seem like the only reason he had touched him was to get just those words.  And for another...he really needs to see if he can manage anything past the fear.  He's afraid that if he stops now, without trying, that it'll be a long while before he works up the courage to try again.  He looks up at Liam with his clear blue eyes.  "Let me...please," he says simply.

Liam  reaches out and oh so softly strokes Will's hair, the ruffling curls feathering under his fingers.  He stares into his eyes, and that warm burn in his chest starts again.  He smiles, his eyes faintly misty, he blinks clearing them quickly.  "Ok, baby.  Ok my beautiful boy, but only what you want to do.  If you have to stop, just stop.  Ok?"  Liam says, his voice insistent, and his eyes searching for the affirmative.

"Yes.  Yes, I promise,"  William responds with a smile.  He's almost tearfully grateful that Liam is not stopping him.  There's still that hard core of fear in his gut but Liam understands.  He lowers his mouth again, kissing across Liam's chest and strokes across his stomach onto his side.  He inhales Liam's scent and relaxes in the warm familiarity of it.  His mouth moves over one of Liam's nipples and licks over it, even as his hand moves onto Liam's hipbone, his fingers kneading into that sensitive spot he knows so well.

Liam gasps, and tips his head back into the pillow, his dark eyes fixed on Will.  He's afraid but not that Will would ever know it, he keeps all that from his expression, and more important from his eyes.  His hip moves, tensing and releasing as his breath catches again in his throat.

William feels that reaction, and more than any words it tells him that Liam *does* want him.  A little part of him chides himself for even letting that doubt in.  For letting Lindsey's words affect him so.  He kisses up from Liam's chest onto his neck, even as his hand moves over and onto his shaft.  He feathers his fingers lightly over the delicate skin.  He can do this.  He's in control, he's just letting himself touch Liam, loving him, making *him* feel good.  He can manage this, even enjoy it a little.

Liam's body tenses, a reaction to Will's attentions on him, as much as to what is going on in his head.  Will could stop anytime, leave him wanting,  leave him wondering, leave him worrying.  Liam closes his eyes to Will's kiss over his neck, turning it just needing whatever Will wanted to give him so much.  Then those fingers,  touching him, he reacts instantly. He had built every touch up into something huge, something he held so dear no matter how benign they were, that this touch, this very intimate touch, is like lighting over his need, igniting it.  He moans, and even in that release of tension, he tries to be mild and calm, keeping his eyes quietly on Will.  He only lets himself lightly touch Will's hair, and the tops of his shoulders and arms.

That moan...that sound.  It is almost unbearably precious to William.  He shivers and makes a little noise in his throat.  He can feel the first faint stirrings of an answering arousal, brought on by Liam's need.  His fingers move to curl around Liam's shaft and start slowly stroking.  He kisses and licks on Liam's neck, his body rubbing just a bit against Liam as he moves in closer to him.

Liam's hands ghost so faintly over more of Will's shoulders, he wants to be lost in this.  The touching, the sounds, the feelings Will is giving him, but he is mindful, painstakingly mindful of Will's injuries, and the need to be so very careful.  He holds his head to one side, letting Will have full access to his neck, even though the feeling of it is driving him crazy.  Will's body against his own, his hand stroking him so well, his fingers so talented and willing it seems.  Liam's hips move again, pushing into Will's hand, another soft moan as Liam’s' desires burn higher.  "Oh Will....Oh that feels so good,"  Liam says his eyes heavy with everything Will is doing, touching him, pleasuring him.

William lifts his mouth just long enough to whisper, "So glad.  Want it to."  He starts licking again and just softly nips, once.  He knows how good it feels when Liam does it to him, so he tries it.  He can feel Liam's hips moving, him thrusting into his hand, and his fingers grip more firmly, stroking harder.  There's a little pain as the movement of his arm causes his back muscles to move, but he firmly suppresses any outward reaction to the pain.  Inside it does press at that core of fear, but the arousal and the wonderful reactions of Liam make it all worth it.  He keeps pushing, keeps going despite the fear.

Liam hisses at the little nip, over his sensitive perked flesh.  He presses his head further against the pillow, trying for more release of the tensions that build and well, and flow with every touch, and sound.  Feeling more eager movements on his length, his hips react immediately, but he does keep some control, his motions are not wild, but a definite plea for more.  Liam looks down on Will, watching his face, his poor mouth, his body against him, then shifting his gaze he watches his hand stroking him and groans softly, huskily.  "God, Will.  Yes, please..."

William is encouraged.  His hand moves faster still, the pain becoming less as he gets used to the movement.  He nips again on Liam's neck and he rubs against him, slowly hardening, and he moans softly.

Liam moans, arching his neck to more of what Will's mouth wants to take of his neck.  Sending such reactions and shocks over him, that he can already feel something flickering in his belly.  Will rubbing against him, that beautiful body against his.  Will's hardness rubbing over his hip as he rocks, and moves with his hand.  He wants to touch, wants to give to Will, to make him feel this too.  The fears that have lay by and quietly let him have his moment, now leap to the fore.  He raises one hand, a little shake moves over it at the though of what he wants to do, so he let's it rest once more lovingly on Will's shoulder.

William is losing himself now, bit by bit, letting the pleasure of what he is doing beat back the fear.  His hand moves faster, he licks and nips more at Liam's neck, and he shifts a leg over Liam's, rubbing it along his thigh as he starts to grind himself into Liam's hip.

Shuddering, his breath catching in his throat, Liam's neck sending more almost unbearable shocks of pleasure over him with each lick, each delicious nip.  That slender beautiful leg thrown over his, feeling Will grind against him, he has to touch him, wants it so much his hands buzz for it.  He swallows and raises one tentative hand, letting it so very softly graze Will's sleek thin abdomen, just letting his fingers get the barest taste of that soft skin. He holds himself ready to be shot down, to have Will suddenly stop.  His own belly tightens down as he does it, in pure anxiety and anticipation.

William feels Liam's hand and it's like fire on his skin.  It burns him, and he gasps and groans, lifting his head.  "Oh, Liam!"  He cries out, and continues his motions after the briefest pause to collect himself.  He nuzzles back into Liam's neck, moaning against his skin.

Liam takes his cue from Will's reaction just hoping it's the right one. He lets his fingers trail further, moving down.  His fingers tempt the hardened flesh digging into this hip with each motion of Will's hips. Liam's other hand carefully holds him close, giving off his desire to hold, and protect, to keep him safe.  "Wanted to touch you, to feel you my boy,” Liam murmurs, his desire-laden voice speaking his need, so close to Will's ear.

"Yes, yes, please," William moans.  He feels Liam's arm around him, and the hand touching him.  He can feel the fear tickling at him but he wants this too much to stop.  Wants to feel this, to feel pleasure instead of pain, to let Liam touch him and love him.

Hearing Will's words, and the need in them, Liam lets his hand curl around Will, taking him in his hand’s gloved-steel grip, stroking him, in a perfect warm channel.  His other hand so gently strokes his shoulder.  Liam is almost overwhelmed. He didn't know if would ever even be able to touch Will again, let alone had he hoped for anything near this.  He lets himself enjoy the feel of Will in his hand, the silken hard flesh, his hips playing against his hip and thigh so perfectly, his body so gorgeous as it moves. Liam shudders and it is everything he can do to do this dance.  This sweet gentle graceful love, after all this, he much wants to make Will his again, right at that moment hormones and his caveman needs are so surface, so in the moment.  He wants to have him know his is wanted, he belongs to someone...belongs to him.

William shivers and lets out a long shuddering breath at Liam's hand encircling him.  His own hand on Liam tightens slightly and moves up and circles over the top before moving back down again.  He rubs more against him and licks down along his collarbone.  He knows he's going to feel this in his back when he finishes, but at the moment that matters very little.  The fear is there, like a knife in his gut, but the warmth of his arousal and Liam's gentle touches are melting it away.

Liam can barely take another thing.  Will's tongue moving over him, it's like an electric flame, touching him, sending flames over his body, almost demanding taking, having claiming.  He fights that down with a catching tight pant, his throat so hot and hoarse, as he just tries to be gentle, tries so hard to be anything but rough or expectant.  Will could still stop, could still end it any time he wanted, and he would let him.  But maybe, just maybe if he could be this, could be what Will seemed to need, then he wouldn't need to, he wouldn't have to stop a thing.  Liam moves his hand just a little faster, now able to turn his head, he leans slightly, pressing his lips to the sweet skin of Will's shoulder.  Closing his eyes, and just loving the feel of it under his hungry mouth, he inhales and takes in his scent, soap, and some of the hospital, and then his own warm sweet boy. He lets that wonderful breath go and opens his eyes, with another kiss, letting his lips open, not daring yet to actually taste him.  He waits to see what the reaction to just this much would be.

"Oh god,"  William moans.  "Liam..."  His hips thrust now into Liam's hand, his need getting hotter, his arousal growing.  His teeth sink into Liam's shoulder.  He's slipping back, remembering that last night of lovemaking, before yesterday's horrible ordeal.

Liam groans hard, at the bite, he didn't know how much more he could take, the little pain mixing with his anxiety and his need and building an impossibly heightened lust, while just as unbelievably holding himself in check, under the animal need he also felt so clearly.  He looks over at his exaggerated angle at Will taking his flesh, biting, tasting. It does something more to chisel at that grasp he holds.  His lips tasting, moving over Will's skin as if he is some delectable treat with fast growing fervor, soon his tongue joined his mouth in exploration carrying the taste as well as the feel of Will to him.  Moaning, his hand works just that much faster, and harder.

William lifts his head and moans more loudly, thrusting harder against Liam's hand.  He presses his shoulder against Liam's mouth, wanting more.  His own motions are getting more and more frantic as his own climax was approaching.

Liam's lips pull at skin, kneading it, licking, sucking, working from Will's neck down and over his throat, into the well between his collar bones, pushing his tongue into that little groove.  He can do this, tasting Will it feeds more of that rising need,  that need to let him know...make him know he belongs to him.  That he wants him so much, needs him.  It won't be nearly enough, but it is something and right now he will take it.  His hand is steady and strong as it pulls and works Will's length, his motions harder and faster, with each move.  He can see the pleasure of it playing out on Will's face, in his voice.  The sight and sound are a vision to Liam, and it pulls at his own tightly coiled growing release.

William can't last with Liam's hand stroking him so firmly.  He starts panting, hard, as his belly tightens and he shoves hard against Liam.  "OH GOD!"  As he spends all over Liam's hand and hip, jerking, shaking, his whole body reacting, even as his back lights up on fire from the motion of the muscles.

Liam watches the sight, the absolute artist's dream that is his beautiful boy in his throes.  He is amazing, and it quickly sends Liam quickly on his way, his hip bucks and takes advantage of the last of Will's strokes over him, releasing the coil pent up so tightly in his belly, spilling out of him, mixing with Will's spend.  He pants, and carefully moves cradling Will as close as he can, the aftershocks still touching him even as he fights  with his muscles to be gentle but bring him as close as they can.  His whole body is now so desperate for contact, with him.  "Oh god Will.  You are so beautiful....Want you, wanted you so much...Oh Will.."  Liam pants, as he comes back to himself.

William shakes hard, now, and groans a bit with the pain as it pierces through the pleasure.  He lays his head on Liam's chest, his eyes welling up with tears.  "Wanted you too.  Oh, Liam....Liam.  Thank you."  He relaxes, letting the pain wash over him, happy that he could do this.  That he had been able to make it through the fear.  He strokes his hand over Liam's chest as he lays against him, just letting himself slowly relax, letting the warm afterglow take him and ease his pain.

Liam quiets his tremors, it felt so good.  So good to hold him, to be able to do this, somehow it let him know it will be ok.  They will be all right.  That, not his climax and not even watching Will in his, is what finally makes Liam able to let go.  Through everything, they will be all right, and together.  He'd still be nervous as hell touching him, or moving him until he was healed, but at least now he knows he can.  He can touch him, and hold him and kiss him, and taste him.  Tears well in each eye, and start to roll down his cheek, completely incongruous with his wide and truly happy smile.  "Oh Will.... Will I love you so much," He says, his voice hoarse, but his emotion is deep and true.

"I love you too, Liam,"  Will says, looking up and seeing Liam's tears.  He lifts up to gently kiss him, his own tears falling down on Liam's face as he does so.  He feels just a little glow of triumph amidst the happiness.  Lindsey wouldn't get to win, he couldn't keep them apart.

Liam returns his kiss, and then gives a little laugh, as he wipes Will's eyes, and then his own.  "You know...we really are like a couple of girls," Liam says, the thought striking him over the tension, the release, the situation. All that and he can still laugh.  Yeah, things are going to all right, Liam thinks, as he kisses Will again.

William chuckles, almost giggles.  "Yes, we are.  You ok with that?"  The ridiculousness of the situation kicks in now that the tension and the emotion are released.  He beams, looking into Liam's eyes.  He likes what he sees there.  So much better than just a short while ago.

Liam pretends to pause, rubbing his chin and quirking his brow in thought. "Hmmm," He hums. "Yes...I think I kind  of like it," Liam says with a smile.

"Good."  William looks down at himself and at Liam.  "You're really going to need that shower, now. And I may need a little help cleaning up." He chuckles.  "Don't suppose they gave us extra bandaging stuff to account for the fact that we're horny teen-aged boys?"

Liam laughs, and wipes his eyes again, looking at the considerable mess they have made.  "Well no.  They didn't, but well...we can get more supplies I'm sure."  Thinking a second, he decides to press his luck just a little.  "Hopefully we'll be needing lots of extras," he says almost shyly, with the tiniest little smile.

William grins, and sighs happily.  "Probably will." He settles down against Liam's chest.

William get cleaned up and rebandaged and showers, and the two of them manage to fall asleep watching television, a good sound sleep this time.  They both wake up several hours later to the sound of a ringing phone.

Liam starts at the sudden noise, curling around Will instantly. But then, realizing it is the phone, he stretches slightly and without taking his arm from Will reaches and snags the phone.  "H-hell-o.." he sighs into the phone, his sleep-fogged voice coming through loud and clear as both that *and* highly annoyed at being awakened.

"Hey, Big L!"  Gunn's voice comes over the phone.  "Word is all over school about what went down in the locker room yesterday.  You and Tiny all right?"

Liam groans.  "Yeah, yeah we're all right.  Just didn't get much sleep.  Trying to catch up, ya know?"  Liam says, closing his eyes. He really is not in the mood to deal with anyone at the moment, but he tries to keep his voice in a semi-civil tone.

"Good.  'Cause you're about to have visitors.  We're about five minutes away, dude.  See ya."  The phone clicks as Gunn hangs up.

"Shit."  Liam says succinctly.  He groans, he is *really* not in the mood for this *shit*.  Looking down at Will, he lays back again, and he really still does not like the idea of anyone being around Will right now.  He needs to rest, and he doesn't need to play twenty questions.  Liam sighs again, and strokes Will's cheek softly.  "Baby, Will, wake up for just a second baby.  Need to talk to you for a minute," Liam says gently, trying not to startle Will.

William stirs sleepily, blinking wide blue eyes up at Liam and smiling.  "Hello, lover,"  he says and chuckles, stretching just a bit.

Liam smiles, with a little laugh.  "Hello my baby boy.  You don't have to get up, if you don't want to.  But the guys.." groans, and rolls his eyes, "the guys are on the way over, they just called, bastards are five minutes away.  But I can tell them you are sleeping, pain meds, something.   You don't have to talk to them yet if you don't want to."  Liam explains quickly, kissing his hair, and running his fingers through it as he talks.

"Mmmm.  Well...might as well talk to them.  Think you can get me dressed and you too before they get here?"  William doesn't really want to talk to them, doesn't want to see anyone but Liam...but he doesn't want to be in here alone either.  He feels weak and needy, but having Liam all the way downstairs...without him...he can't bear the thought.

Liam nods.  "Assholes can wait, serves them right for calling so short notice."  Liam grumbles, he is really tired, and just wants to be with Will at the moment.  Sometimes social standing just isn't fucking worth it, he thinks.  "Ok they are not staying long.  I'll tell them you can't have visitors long or something.  If you get tired or sore or anything you just let me know, and they are sooo gone,"  Liam says as he starts to dress Will first, and then himself.

There is a knocking on the door before Liam even finishes dressing Will, much less himself.  The knocking continues as they come downstairs.  William goes to the living room as Liam moves to answer the door.

"Geeezzz...fuck.  Not deaf..."  Liam growls as he opens the door.

The guys are all standing there.  "Hey, what were you guys *doing*?  Shouldn't have taken you *that* long to walk downstairs."  Gunn says as the guys push their way into the house.

Xander lifts up a six-pack.  "We brought beer and snacks.  Where's Tiny?"

Liam sighs.  "Was sleeping if I forgot to mention.  Could have saved you the trip if you'd called earlier."  Liam says, very definitely not liking them being here at all right now.  His friends true enough, but one crisis is enough for a few days.  "And he can't have any beer.  Pain medication.  And don't get comfortable, you're not staying," Liam continues, the ‘cranky no sleep and caveman protection’ thing very clearly coloring his voice.

Groo walks over to Liam.  "I can understand your irritation, friend.  I told the others we should call first but Gunn insisted you needed the company of your friends."

"Aww, quit suckin' up, Groo.  We need to hear the dirt!  The whole school is buzzin' but no one knows what really happened.  Cops crawling all over the locker room, and you, Tiny, and Lindsey all out of school today."

Wes in the meantime has moved into the living room and sitting quietly, noticing Will's face as he stares at Liam as if no one else is in the room.

Liam watches them all warily as he speaks, making sure none of them gets too close to Will or disturbs him where he sits.  "Well umm...Lindsay pushed me too far.  Had enough of his shit...fucking bastard won't be back to school for a while I'd say," Liam says with a definite murderous edge to his voice, even as he is fixated on Will. From where he stands with his arms crossed, not budging on the fact they are not staying, this is a short visit.

"He messed with Tiny, though, huh?  We heard all around the school that he paid the other swim team guys a hundred bucks apiece to clear out of the locker room," Xander says, popping open a beer.

Liam's eyes narrow.  "Uh, yeah something like that.  Xander.  I distinctly remember telling you, you weren't staying right?"  Liam says staring at the now open beer in hand and then back at Xan.  "Will needs to rest.  I just got to bring him home today.  So come on ya vultures.  You can pick the carcass of this shit later.  When he's feeling better,"  Liam says moving in closer to Will, but giving them all a look that says he means business.

"Oh..."  says Xander.  "I thought you meant like no snacks."  He tips back the beer, shotgunning it.

Gunn shakes his head.  "You're too protective over Tiny, man.  He doesn't look all that bad."

"Yeah well still.  Doctor's orders..  Come on, before I have to put your sorry asses in the hospital too," Liam shoots with a hard little laugh, clapping Gunn on the back in companionable threat.  Probably said worse on the ball field, but well this time they don't know it, but Liam means it.  His eyes flash to each of them, but he keeps the smile firmly in place.

Wes looks over at Liam.  "While we're here, did you want one of us to drive your Viper back here for you?  It's still at the school."

Liam turns to look at Wes, the viper.  Damn, it needed to be brought home, but he wasn't leaving Will.  "Yeah, if you would drive it, I would appreciate it."  Liam says quietly, "Don't get too excited, you fucks...and try not to crash the damn thing will you?"

Wes nods gravely and puts his hand out for the keys.  "I'll drive it for you, Liam.  You can trust me not to go for a joyride."

Xander pouts.  "No joyride in the Viper?"

Liam nods, and gets the keys firmly placing them in Wes' hand. "Yeah well make sure the rest of them don't get any ideas," Liam says giving Wes a look that very clearly said what would happen if they did decide to play with their lives.  "All right now, everybody out.  Will needs to rest.  We'll see you later."  Liam finishes, turning ready to escort them out.

They all get up and start moving towards the door.  "Ok, man, we're going...but I still say you're being wayyyyy too protective of Tiny.  Something's goin' on with you, man," Gunn says.

William's eyes dart from Gunn to Wes to Liam.  He's sure from the look on Wes' face that he knows more than he lets on, and Gunn suspects something.  How much longer can they keep their secret?

Liam does not miss the looks or the comment, "yeah, yeah, yeah...well whatever.  Just don't wreck the car while you ponder out the mysteries of the universe there Gunn," Liam sighs laughing, but rapidly getting agitated, his eyes narrow, and he claps Gunn on the shoulder.  "We're tired, we've had a hell of a day or so, and we've still got a lot of shit to deal with.  So yeah, keeping you guys from adding to it.  Umm, thinking that's a good thing.  SO, no beer, no fun, no car wrecking, and no corrupting Will.....for a while at least.."  Liam adds with another laugh and little wider grin, hoping to diffuse the inquiry before it goes any further.

Gunn holds up his hands in surrender.  "Ok, ok, Big L, I give.  We'll get out of your hair."  The guys pile out the door and Liam closes it behind them.

William looks over at Liam.  "I think Wes knows something, Liam."

Liam turns, running his hands over his head, through his hair, he looks at Will.  "Yeah, and so does Gunn.  Won't be keeping anything a secret much longer," He says, then shrugs. "We can tell them anytime you want Will, just today I thought you needed rest, and some time to feel a little better before dealing with all that," Liam says without reservation.  He is surprisingly calm, he means it.  If Will wanted to call them back right now, he would.  Everything that had happened set some things for him.  One of which is that he is in love.  Another is, that he is gay.  Still one more, his friends would deal with it or not, after almost losing Will and now knowing he hadn't, the rest simply pales.

William gazes up at Liam.  "I'm glad...I'm glad you're not afraid to tell them."  He looks down.  "They've been your friends a long time, and I've just come along and turned everything upside down for you.  It might be good to tell them, though, ourselves.  Not today, but soon."  He loves Liam so much, but this is going to be much harder on Liam than on William, and he knows it.  Liam has so much more to lose.  William has no close friends here, didn't really have them before...now he has Liam.  He has someone to love, and he's humbled that Liam is willing to risk so much to be with him.

Liam nods, and tilts his head cracking his neck and stretching.  "Yeah, we should tell them. Whenever you're ready," He says sighing.  "So what did you want to do now?  You slept pretty well, did you need any pain medicine?  I should really get you something to eat, so you can take your antibiotic."  Liam glances at a clock on one wall, and noting it is time for his next dose.  One more thing on his mental checklist to tick off.

William nods.  "Food sounds good.  Hadn't had anything since breakfast.  And I can take my meds with the meal.  Would be good for me to sit up for a while, anyway, and we need to be down here for when they come back with the Viper."  He reaches up and grabs Liam's hand, gripping it tightly.  "You're the best thing that ever happened to me in my whole life, Liam."

Liam looks down at Will, and then leans and kisses him, and then his hand holding it tightly.  He studies Will, he dark eyes filled with emotion.  He touches Will's cheek, "My beautiful boy.  I feel the same way."  Liam strokes that soft skin over and over, his eyes never faltering, the thought of moving or doing anything else was lost for just that moment.  Then he blinks, and smiles, and lets Will's hand go.  "Ok. Give me a few minutes, I'll fix something for us to eat."  He says as he walks toward the kitchen.

William sighs happily and settles back into the couch, relaxing.  The little movements cause little bits of pain in his back, but he's getting used to the background of pain.  He's not reacting to every little sensation.  He smiles as he smells the cooking scents coming from the kitchen.  "What're you cooking?"  He calls out.  "Smells good."

"Oven subs, salad and soup.  Soup's out of the can, don't get too excited."  Liam's voice carries, from the kitchen with a chuckle.  "Um..  tomato or chicken and veggies soup?"  Liam asks, reading labels from the cabinets.  Concentrating on just doing what needs to be done, and leaving the weight of the world for a little while.  His nonchalance is a solid showing, but there are tremors, thoughts tittering through his mind.  What will they do now?  Is one of the biggest.  He sighs and scrubs his hand over his face, rubbing tired eyes.

"Chicken and veggies, please," William calls back.  It is a little like being a baby, Liam having to care for him like this.  It's terrible, but there is a little part of him that really likes this, likes being taken care of.

Liam nods, and smiles.  He finishes preparing the food, and goes to get Will.  "Ok.  Do you think you can sit at the kitchen table, or would you rather I make you up a little tray and we eat in here?"  Liam asks, looking down at Will, wiping his hands on a dishtowel, an actual apron sling low on hips.

William looks up.  "I'll go to the table, if you'll help me up."  He smiles and holds his hands out to Liam.  "Love the apron.  Looks good on you."  His smile turns into a playful grin.

Liam takes Will's hands and hauls him up carefully but into a warm embrace. "Well, thought it went with the servant motif."  Liam chuckles, kissing Will.  Looking at him with a sharp smile, then tapping his nose, and laughing.  "But don't get used to it..." he cautions lightly.

William chuckles and wraps his arms around Liam, hugging him tightly before wrapping an arm around his waist to walk to the kitchen.  "I won't.  It's nice, though, just now."

Liam laughs, and helps Will to the table and to get comfortable, then he serves up the food.  Hot turkey and Swiss sandwiches, with various condiments, lettuce and tomatoes, on big hoagie buns.  Hot bowls of soup, which although out of a can, look pretty good.  And little side salads, mostly nice greens, tomatoes, and cheese, with a couple dressings sat out on the table.  Liam makes sure Will is all set, cutting the sandwich into smaller sections to make it easier to pick up, but otherwise Will seemed to be able to handle the rest.  Only then did Liam set up his own plate, and sit down.

"Thanks, Liam."  William starts eating, slowly and indifferently at first, and then with more zeal as he begins to realize how hungry he really is. He smiles over at Liam.  There could be an attendant here now doing all this, but Liam wanted to do it for him.  Wanted to take care of him.  Keep him all to himself.  He thinks on this for a while, feeling the warm glow inside.  He decides he really, really likes that feeling.  That Liam wants to pretty much own him.

Liam dives in and eats heartily.  His appetite in full force, smiling between bites at Will, and watching closely to make sure he is eating enough, and not having trouble with any of it.  He knows the guys are going to bring the car back, but he'd already decided to get rid of them quick and let them have the night alone together.  Doesn't matter what they do as long as they are together.  "So what did you feel like tonight?  We can order pay per view movies.  Video games. Umm...play cards," Liam says, trying to think of all the less strenuous things they can do to occupy their time.  While thinking of this, Liam smiles thinking of the happier portion of the nights they had been able to go out together, and then to other more strenuous activities. He shuts that down though easily for the moment and simply gives Will an open waiting look.

William's eyes twinkle merrily.  "Want to play some more Spite and Malice?  Let me beat you some more?"  He likes the idea of playing cards so he can spend most of the time looking at Liam.  Maybe distract him some by playing footsie under the table.

Liam narrows his eyes, as he gets up to take away the plates.  "Let you beat me?  I don't think so."  Liam goes and gets the cards laying them on the table between them. "Deal...and we'll see who beats who little boy."  Liam says settling into his seat.  William has just gotten the cards shuffled and dealt, and the set-up done, when there is a knock on the door.

"Ahh hell.  That was fast."  Liam sighs, as he gets up.  "Just stay here.  I'll get rid of them ok?"  Liam says kissing Will before going to answer the door.

William nods, returning the kiss.  Liam answers the door and the guys are all there.  Wes extends the keys.  "All safe and sound.”

Xander crosses his arms with a sour expression.  "He wouldn't even let us go above the speed limit.  Spoilsport."

Liam takes the keys, and laughs. "Well I'm sure he was just looking out for your extremities. Thanks for bringing it safe and sound.  Need to get back though, time for his meds, and then he needs to take it easy.  We'll talk to you tomorrow more than likely," Liam says, not giving opportunity for them to even consider coming in.

Wes nods sagely, his look conveying a lot more than his words.  "Yes, Liam.  We'll leave you to caring for William.  He must have been through quite an ordeal."

Gunn sighs.  "Yeah, yeah, I get it...we're not wanted.  See you tomorrow then, dude."

Groo and Xander also make quick good-byes as Liam closes the door on them.

Liam sighs heavily, leaning on the door.  This was going to be harder than he thought.  He shakes his head, and goes back to the kitchen, looking just a little more tired, but smiling. "Ok, all taken care of.  Car's back, and I didn't have to kill any of them."  He laughs.

William chuckles back.  "Good.  So you've got me all to yourself, then?"  His eyes sparkle with amusement as he looks up at Liam.

Liam kisses him carefully, but with a lot of meaning behind it.  "Just the way I like it,"  He says letting his voice slip into a husky smooth thing, his whiskey dark eyes glitter returning Will's obvious intentions.

William makes a little moan in his throat as Liam kisses him, and colors just a little as Liam takes his seat.  "You have the most wicked voice, Liam,"  William says as he picks up his cards.

Liam smiles and winks.  "Well it's a talent I think I will keep if it makes you blush like that.  That is so damn cute," Liam says taking the cards as Will deals them out, pausing before finally looking at his hand.

William smiles and ducks his head and then starts playing in earnest.  They keep flirting, occasionally touching hands or rubbing feet under the table.  It's a few hours later when William's back starts protesting him sitting up.  He looks up with Liam with a little grimace.  "I need to go lie down, I think," he says.

Liam puts his cards down and is next to Will helping him without a moment’s pause. "Here, up you go.  Then to bed." Liam says as he helps Will back to his room, and into bed.  "There.  Do you want the TV on, do you need anything?"  Liam asks.

William looks up.  "Just you.  If you want to watch TV while we cuddle, that would be fine.  Just want you here with me."

Liam nods, and turns on the TV, leaving it on the sci-fi channel, more for noise than anything, and climbs into bed with Will, cuddling him up safely in his strong arms.  He sighs and kisses Will softly.  "Ok, there now."

William moans and settles comfortably into Liam's arms.  "Feels so good," he says, and strokes Liam's face.  "You are being really, really indulgent.  What do *you* want to do?"

Liam considers any number of things he would truly love to do.  Things he wants, maybe even now would admit he needs, all of which are not going to happen at the moment.  Stop being a horny prick, he tells himself with a mental laugh.  He lays there smiling, and considering and holding William so close. "You know, this is what I want to do," Liam says giving him a light squeeze.  "Want to take care of you, and dream about when you're healed, and hold you close until then.  So not really being indulgent, as much as a selfish bastard."  Liam chuckles,  "doing exactly what I want all the time,"  he continues.

William smiles and laughs, tucking his head up under Liam's chin and kissing his neck.  "Ok, ok...I think I can live with that.  Like you holding me, taking care of me.  So it works out good for me."  He grins.

Liam shivers just slightly, and laughs.  "Hey, watch it.  You know my neck is sensitive," He says, giving him a tighter hug.

William chuckles.  "Yeah, I'm just evil that way."

Liam laughs, and kisses Will. "Ehh, well...not so much...but you do like to tease me."  Liam chuckles, tracing Will's cheek with one finger.

William sighs.  "Yeah, I do.  It's a whole new feeling, you know...being able to tease someone.  Having someone want me like that. I like it," he says, his voice dropping low and sexy on those last three words.  "I like it a lot."

Liam's face turns serious, his eyes set on Will's.  "Well that's good.  Cause I do...want you...want you all the time."  Liam's voice is smooth and husked, his touch featherlight, and ghosts over Will's cheek and then the curve of his neck.
"I'm glad you do." William makes a little moaning noise and arches his neck.  "My neck's sensitive too, you know."

Liam's eyes twinkle as he smiles, watching his hand as it moves. "Yes, I do." He says.  Letting his hand retrace it's path, up over the pale skin of his neck, finally cupping his cheek, bringing Liam's eyes back to his face.

William looks up at Liam and rubs against his hand.  "I love you."  He smiles.  "And I *really* like being able to say that."

Liam smiles, an easy look on his face, true happiness.  "I love you Will.  Love you so much."  He says, cradling him in closer, setting his head on top of his under his chin.  "Can't believe it took this long for me realize it.  To say it.  I think I felt it, felt it for a while."  Liam's face changes, his smile falls away. "Don't want you to ever think you can't say it.  Don't want to hide it Will," He says, his voice steady and firmly set with what he feels.

William closes his eyes and settles in against Liam's neck.  "I'm glad.  Don't want to hide it, either."  His voice is soft and fond.  "Just want to love you and not worry about what anyone thinks."

Liam nods, "Yeah...we'll take care of that...tell the guys soon."  Liam says softly thoughtful, stroking Will's hair.

William makes a little purring moan at this and relaxes against Liam, just enjoying the stroking.  The pain meds and the exertion of being up make him slowly drift off to sleep, lulled by Liam's gentle touches and the warmth and protection of his body.

Liam holds him, feels Will's body lying against him.  In spite of his weariness, and the spent emotions he makes himself stay awake a little longer, just feel him, see him laying there.  He strokes his hair, his shoulders, as much of his back as he dared.  His lids grow heavy and droop, and eventually his hand goes slack and he is drifting as well.

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