The Devils Bargain | stuilly | billyxstu | stuxbilly

Chapter 13

Billy woke up slowly, his vision blurry as everything began to come into focus. The ceiling was pitch black, and there was little to no light illuminating the room. How was it still dark? Billy leaned up, looking over his motel room. The TV was off, and the covers were sprawled all over the bed. The details of the room were hidden behind the darkness, and his body was weirdly awake despite him only just waking up. Billy looked to his side, finding Stu gone.

He didn't think Stu would leave before the sun came up, but it meant nothing to him. In fact, like last time, he was grateful that he didn't have to deal with Stu waking up. He doesn't remember falling asleep, but he knows Stu is still next to him. It was mortifying to think he fell asleep next to Stu without really meaning to.

He heard someone move in the 'kitchen', pots hitting together, or maybe they were cups. So Stu was still here; what was he doing..?

Billy climbed out of the motel bed, assuming Stu had made some kind of meal for him or was making coffee. He couldn't imagine him needing to be in the 'kitchen' for anything else. He walked over to the section of the room for the kitchen, his gaze landing on Stu's figure. He was standing there, wearing the clothes he was wearing yesterday, and yet they were all clean--not a stain of blood in sight.

Billy didn't remember getting him doubles, but at the same time, he probably did since that would be easier than getting him a huge selection of different hippy clothes Stu likes to wear.

It was more surprising that he left, got changed, and came back.

"What are you doing up?" He heard himself ask, and Stu turned in reply, a weird, unreadable expression on his face as he walked over to Billy, his hand resting on his cheek. "Billy, I've been thinking about something." His eyelids were low, and his bright blue eyes stared down at him with something deep in his soul. It was forbidden; it was electrifying.

They were like a lighthouse on a foggy night. They glowed through the pitch black around the room; everything around him was fuzzy and disconnected, his eyes like magnets bringing him closer, and yet Billy couldn't do anything but stand still, his feet rooted into the ground.

It was weirdly nice how Stu towered over him; their height differences were so obvious now that they were this close. Billy remembers being jealous of Stu's growth spurt until he realised his growth spurt also made him look like those metal wire statues.

He was more muscular, and he wasn't short, being 5'11, so his body was more proportionally correct and yet, next to Stu, he felt like a child, Tiny and yet Billy still felt 100% in control. The kind of power he had and felt over Stu, no matter the context, was enough to make him feel like a god.

"What are you doing, you ass?" Billy tried to find reason in this situation, only to find Stu leaning in close, his eyes closing with each inch he made closer to him, and Billy didn't even have a chance to process that it was even happening until Stu's lips were on his, his hand in his hair, gripping at the tuffs, his other hand boldly holding the curve of Billy's back.

Billy's eyes widened for a moment, his whole body shivering and shuttering at the connection. But weirdly enough, Billy didn't feel anything negative; in fact, he was almost immediately hit with pure euphoria. The shocks of arousal jittered up his body, his mouth salivating, and Billy felt his lips relax.

He couldn't help but close his own eyes, sinking impossibly deep into his lips, tasting Stu, his tongue licking against his teeth. Needing and wanting to taste every bit of his best friend.

Billy's hands roped up to grab Stu's hips, pushing him aggressively into the kitchen table. Stu huffed, and Billy swallowed his breath, pushing his hips into Stu's. His fingers were pushing under his shirt, touching and clawing into his skin, and he felt Stu shiver from the contact, and that sent shots of something hot straight into his core, desperate to hear more.