Only Of You || Trillie

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Tré got up and started walking in the general direction of their apartment. Billie, now puzzled, stood up and started following him.

"If we go now, Mike won't notice for a while," Tré told him, continuing to walk. Neither of them really thought about it, they were just tired and wanted to get home and possibly spend some time together alone.

"Okay,"

They walked on, glancing and smiling at each other now and then. Billie kept trying to steal as many looks as possible, but since he wasn't very sober he wasn't very subtle about it.

Tré stopped suddenly and looked at Billie. "Stop staring and hold my hand instead."

Billie, surprised, did not want to argue. He took the other man's hand and was shocked at how it felt. It was so different from any woman's hand he'd ever held. It was different from Mike's and different from any other man's. This was so much more and it gave him butterflies. He rubbed his thumb against Tré's hand and took in the moment as they walked on. It felt strange and different. He was pretty sure someone yelled a slur at them but they kept on walking, acting like they hadn't heard a thing.

"You look really nice today," Billie giggled a bit.

Tré ignored him.

"And, I mean, really nice. I really think you're beautiful."

"Shut up."

"Why?"

"You're just trying to get me into your bed."

"That's a problem? And who said I was?"

"When aren't you horny? Ninety percent or so of your jokes are inherently sexual. That's always your intention."

"It's not my fault you're so sexy," he smacked Tré's ass, earning a gasp from him. He knew he was being glared at but he didn't care to look.

"I hope you're joking," Tré replied but in turn, surprised Billie by smacking him back.

"Oh I'm sure you'd love a piece of me."

It went quiet for a moment, other than the sounds of a car driving by. "Maybe I would.."

"Say again?"

"No."

"I swear I will fuck you right here and now!" Billie insisted, to which Tré came to a pause and laughed suddenly.

"No you won't."

Billie seemed to be seriously surprised. "Why?"

"For one, look at you. Your entire appearance basically screams 'I am a bottom, I want to get railed' and your attitude doesn't help that much. You couldn't fuck anyone. And two, you're insane if you think you're getting in my pants."

"I bet I could," Billie pouted, intertwining their hands again. "I'd put money on it."

Tré pulled probably twenty dollars in cash out of his pocket, bunched up where it probably would've been forgotten about. "Twenty bucks says you can't do it. The next time you get laid, if you don't top you owe me twenty bucks."

Damnit. That meant Tré wouldn't be the one he was having sex with. That was unfortunate. He knew Tré would never let him win no matter what. They'd had a dispute for a while but all Billie was really feeling at the moment was the sexual tension he wanted to act on.

"Deal, I guess."

"Why do you guess?"

"Because I'd like to get laid right now but I know you wouldn't let me because.."