Fall into the trap (Scream 1996 - Roman/Billy)

Part 10

Finally, Roman pulls away, rolling onto his back, panting and sweating, his cock shining wet and slick from a mixture of lube and his own cum.

Roman stared at Billy, trying to make out the young man's thoughts.

"I enjoyed that, did you?"

Billy wants to say no, to lie, and to pretend that he doesn't, to maintain this facade of hatred towards Roman and nothing more. But that would be an obvious lie.

"Yes," he finally admits a few moments later, in a whisper. "I did."

"Then why are you so ashamed?" Roman asks in a curious tone, raising his eyebrow.

Billy just looks at Roman, a bit overwhelmed by being asked such a direct question.

"I guess I just feel like it was wrong..." He shrugs and says, "Of me to do... of me to enjoy... I don't know."

"It seems your brain melted, after all," Roman snorts.

"It was definitely a lot to take in." Billy sighs, his face flushed, his voice slightly hoarse from all of the grunting and moaning he had just been doing. It had indeed been a lot more than he had expected, and far easier than he had hoped for either. But in the end, he had to admit to himself that he had enjoyed it.

"So... I take it you're not going to cry?" Roman asks with a smirk. "I might be impressed; I thought you would be crying now. Maybe I went too easy on you," he chuckles.

"If I was going to cry, I would have done it already." Billy's tone is a little bit sharp, but at the same time, he knows it's just a joke. He's still not exactly in the mood for jokes just yet.

Still, even though his emotions are a tangle of resentment, hatred, and shame, a bit of him recognizes that maybe Roman had gone easy on him, and he knows that he should be grateful for that... even if he does not particularly want to admit it outright.

"Maybe you should have been rougher," he hisses out. "I might have liked it more then."

Roman laughs genuinely.

"I have no doubts you would have liked it rougher at some point," he says, amused. "It's been written all over your face since the day I met you, Billy." He leans his face closer, a smirk on his face. "That you're a pillow biter."

"Shut up," he growls, but there's less heat and anger in his voice than there had been before. "I am not a 'pillow biter," he sniffs, clearly trying not to laugh and clearly not wanting to admit that he had found the comment mildly amusing.

"Is that what you're so ashamed of, Billy?" Roman keeps taunting him, amused. "Don't tell me; your parents would be disappointed," he says, with a bit of sarcasm in it. "Your mother, if she were still alive? Your father, if he cared about you?"

Billy freezes, clearly hit by his last comment, even as Roman chuckles at it.

"What did you just say?" he asks, his voice shaking slightly and his whole body trembling. "What... what did you just say about..." He looks up at Roman, his eyes filled with confusion and pain. What do you know about my mother's death?"

That seems to catch Roman off guard. He looks back at Billy, and Billy sees a flash of surprise and confusion in his eyes. After a moment, he shrugs.

"Just something I heard about," he says, and Billy can see that there's something in his expression that he doesn't understand. He wants to ask about it, but instead, he just swallows his words and nods, trying not to let it show how much that comment upset him.

But if Roman knows about the way his mother died, Billy wants to know. It's the one thing he's wanted to know since he came back to Woodsboro and his father closed the door in his face.