The Last Dance

Chapter 9 Just Laugh

  It was midnight when Will returned home from the party. He didn't care if he was past his curfew or if his parents were asleep, so he barged into the house with Richard by his side. Their hands were pushing against each other's bodies, ripping off each other's clothes. Will pushed him onto the couch, looking down at him with a smirk. For tonight, he'd forget how much he hated him. He just needed to get rid of his stress in some way.

  Richard laid flat on the couch on his back, looking up at Will. His arm was now healed, which put him in a better mood than normal. That was probably why he agreed to come over to Will's house in the first place. He grabbed Will by the jersey and dragged him down close to the couch. Their lips touched, but the magic that Will had felt two months ago had disappeared. Now it felt as if he was kissing any ordinary person. The gender didn't matter to him, it was the person who mattered. Will wanted Mike below him, not Richard.

   He couldn't do anything about that now as he felt Richard flipping him over and pushing him down onto the couch and kissing him. His hands were taking off Will's shirt, but Will's mind was elsewhere. He left Richard in control, acting like a lifeless body that Richard could have sex with. It was gross, Will thought, that Richard had no feelings or empathy for him, he was here for sex and that was it. Well, Will was here for sex at well, but he wasn't as desperate as Richard. He could see in his eyes that he had been waiting for months for this - months to just touch Will in a way nobody else could. It was sick, but Will needed to unload his stress. That was the only reason he was now pulling off his pants and boxers and running up to his bedroom with Richard. His eyes were closed as he imagined Mike on top of him, doing whatever Richard was doing to him. 

  He only opened his eyes once and that was to look across the room at the Freddie Mercury drawing Mike had drawn for him. That was when he knew he had to do something about his feelings. 

  "WHAT THE FUCK, WILLIAM?"

  It was the first thing Will heard when he woke up and that was when he knew he fucked up. 

  His room was a mess from the pair making out and having sex. Posters had fallen off the wall and were now lying all over the floor. His bed sheets were half on his bed and half on the floor, meaning they weren't covering any part of Will and Richard's naked bodies. Yes, Richard was still there, fast asleep by Will's side. Dami was lying at the end of the bed, looking from Will to his father who stood at the door of Will's room. Will knew this would happen. He knew he would have to come out to his father one way or another, but he never imagined it would be like this out of all ways. He'd probably look back on this in years to come and just laugh. If he wasn't going to laugh, he'd cry.. laughter was better, right?

  "Oh." Will mumbled, clearing his throat. "Good morning father, meet Richard. We fucked last night."

  A stupid smile was on his face that he often used to annoy his father. His father never found it amusing and it only angered him more, like he was now.

  Standing by the end of his bed, he looked from Will to Richard. 

  "Get out." he snapped at Richard, whacking him with the end of a poster he found on the ground. 

  Suddenly, Richard woke up. Sitting up now, he looked at Will's father and then back to Will and smirked.

  "Well," Richard greeted Will. "That's one way to come out, isn't it? Good luck, you fucker."

  Getting up from the bed, he grabbed his clothes and passed by Will's father with a smirk on his face. He almost skipped out of the house knowing how much trouble Will was about to be in.

  It was Will and his father now in the room, staring at each other. Clearing his throat, Will went to speak but his father shushed him. Walking around the room, he stood in front of Will's electric guitar - his prized possession. A gasp escaped from his mouth as he watched his father pick it up and whack it against the wall repeatedly. He didn't try to stop it though, he simply just watched in pain.