it it makes you happy

"That is one scary fuck'n mother you got there, Elliot." Billy informed him after he wiped the plate clear with a slice of white bread. "Aren't you starving?" He winced.

"Yeah, I guess I am. Don't know if they'd even feed us up at the cafe." Elliot looked as if he was in no hurry to get out of bed.

"The lentils could have used a hot pepper or two, but you know, she's not a horrible cook, even if it looks it." Billy thought he should know. Elliot took the plate from him and gave him an open kiss. Honestly, it wasn't necessary to ask Elliot if he wanted to fuck. Billy didn't like to talk about stuff like that, but if he did, he'd tell him he had the finest ass of anyone he'd ever fucked. He supposed he'd just show him. He touched the small of Elliot's back then as they made out, but it wasn't long til he turned Elliot face down and had his way with him.

Elliot's skin was so warm, and Billy felt so hot. Even the scent of his sweet hair gave way of Billy wanting to melt inside him for a good long while, but he guessed a quick 15 minutes would do.
He wondered if this would be the last time. He was afraid it was. What if he never saw him again? What if this was it? God, he wanted to fuck him again.

Billy felt his eyes wet, but that might have been the sweat. Yeah, probably the sweat. That's what it was. But the tears were so warm and he thought he might be sick.

"What's the matter," Elliot finally looked back at him.

"God," he felt him self shaking, might as well have been in an air raid in Nam, all the emotion he was feeling. "This is it, for us! Isn't it." His teeth gnashed and he fell against Elliot who had to hold him tight.

"Are you having an episode?" Elliot squinted.

"No! No, I just don't want you to go." He shook a bit less now as he looked into Elliot's eyes.

"I'm not going anywhere." Elliot nodded. "I want to be with you."

"Serious shit?" Billy kept staring at him.

"Serious shit." Elliot nodded with a smile.

Billy took deep breaths as he edged back to his pillow.

"Besides, there's a traffic jam out there, where else are we gonna go?" Elliot smiled. He kissed Billy's forehead as his finger slipped through his damp hair. Billy kissed him back hard, hoping he meant every word he said about staying. Before he knew it, they were wrapped up in each other again.