Elliot was afraid Billy's brother would go ballistic. He almost did. He couldn't believe his brother would be this dead set against it.
'NEW YORK CITY!" His brother told him he was out of his mind.
Elliot didn't know what to do now.
"Maybe I should stay in the country." Billy didn't want to cause problems.
"No, don't say that." Elliot wanted to be away from here. Like yesterday. There was nothing here for him. Just Billy. Elliot rubbed his shoulders while Billy just sat there on the bed like a lump on a log. So still. Elliot sat from behind with his legs around him. He wrapped his arms around Billy's chest and kissed his shoulders then. "I want you with me, always." Elliot admitted. "You were so cool in school. I can't believe this now. You and me. I mean, you were the ass every girl wanted."
"Yeah, well, look at me now. I'm broken." Billy pushed slightly back on Elliot's body, as if he might be a magnet.
"No, you're not. You're not broken. Not to me." Elliot promised.
"God, what am I good for?" Billy sighed.
"Stop it, will you. We're going to be fine. We will be." Even if it meant they might have to get jobs at the dairy farm. Elliot hugged Billy's bare back more. Billy nudged on as Elliot sucked at his shoulder then and his neck too. A smile came to Elliot's face, as they finally found each others lips. There on the bed, in the twist and turns. There bodies mashed and Billy's hands squeezed at his cock while they kissed.
How could something not be so perfect as this? Elliot felt Billy's lips on his chest. His abs. Finally his cock. Billy's strands of long hair washed over him. He was so hard. Elliot knew it now. Billy was the best thing that ever happened to him.