Only Of You || Trillie

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Billie had his feet resting on Tré's lap as he laid out on their couch comfortably with a glass of water in hand.

Tré glanced over at him and Billie smiled, forgetting about his water, causing him to spill his glass all over himself. He gasped as it hit his skin, it was cold and he hadn't been expecting it whatsoever. Tré just held in a laugh while the other man frowned and sat up to take his now soaked shirt off.

"Fuck you for laughing at me," Billie glared at him.

"Fuck you for using me as footrest,"

The two glared at each other for a moment before Tré's lips turned in a smile and he began to laugh. He couldn't stay serious with how ridiculous Billie's facial expressions always looked. He hadn't meant to laugh, but it was hard to hold in to the point where it had started to hurt.

Billie, slightly pissed off still, moved over to Tré and sat himself down in his lap. Of course he was shocked, there was no warning or anything like that and they weren't close enough relationship wise to just.. do that.

"What're you doing?" Tré asked, unsure of where his hands should be, considering setting them on Billie's thighs. Billie was facing him, his face expressionless. Tré couldn't read him so he just stayed there confused, then placing his hands on the other man's thighs and rubbing them lightly.

Billie started to laugh soon enough, looking to Tré as he wondered what was going on in his mind. "You're stupid," he suddenly said, then continuing to laugh at his own comment.

"You're stupid too."

Tré sighed and attempted to get up, but Billie didn't seem to want to move. "I'm comfortable," he sighed, and moved his arms around Tré's neck. "You're more comfortable than you look."

"Get off. You're not topping me."

"Who said I was trying?" Billie smirked, then moving off his lap and finding another place to sit, seeming to have completely forgotten about the water spilled all over himself. "Maybe you're the one that's thinking about getting laid."

"Well.." Tré sighed, smiling a bit, "it's been a while."

"You didn't have to tell me you haven't for me to know that."

Tré sighed again, but this time in frustration. "Stop judging. You're the one that's going to lose the bet, so I'm the real winner here."

Billie went quiet. "You don't know that."

"Yes I do."

-

"Hello horny high schoolers! I have returned from the store." Mike announced, walking through their door and closing it behind him.

"Didn't Billie and I already do the shopping? Like a while ago?"

Mike walked to the fridge. "Yes, and most of the food is gone."

"Oh," Billie decided to give his input. "Tré's fault."

"Everything's my fault with you."

"It's your fault I can't get laid." Billie rolled his eyes.

"So you admit you're a bottom?"

He went silent, and Tré celebrated this minor victory.

"Isn't this over a stupid bet you made when you weren't even sober? You still find this worth arguing about? I mean, Tré, you're absolutely right, but,"

"Can we not talk about sex for once?" Billie cut in.

"This is new. You don't want to talk about it?" Mike almost looked genuinely worried, but the smirk on his face gave away that he knew there was something else going on.