Title: Bayou Boys 14/?
Authors: Pet & Foxhunt2blue
Summary: Human AU -- Sometimes even fate knows 
better than we do. In the tiny backwater town of 
Junction City William LaCroix & Liam Garrigan met as 
children. Now ten years later best friends are reunited to 
discover what one of them already knew.
Rated: NC-17
Pairing: Liam/William 
Disclaimer: That Mutant Monster owns them, not us. 
*pouts* We'd take much better care of them though!! 
Lots of hot man sex!! YEAH!!
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Pet -- prettygirlryoko@yahoo.com
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****
Liam leaned forward carefully attaching the chain to 
the bumper of his car, then signaled Will. "Okay...now 
just pull out 'slow'. Please god...do it slow." Liam 
glanced nervously at his car one more time. "Maybe I 
should do it."
Rolling his eyes Will groaned. "Like I'd hurt your 
bleedin' baby, Liam. I swear---slow and easy." Shifting 
Charlie's truck into reverse he began to slowly back up, 
the chain going taunt as the truck pulled. 
"Yeah, slow and easy, luv. Though to tell you the truth 
I was kinda surprised those two words were in your 
vocabulary after last night." He waggled his eyebrows 
at Liam trying to get him to smile. The man could be a 
mother hen when it came to his baby, he thought.
Liam flipped Will off then followed along side, his 
hands outstretched, as the car was slowly and carefully 
pulled out of the marsh. 
Yes, he was protective of the car. 
Yes, it was his baby. 
You didn't get a car like his everyday. When you did 
though you took great care of it just like he'd done 
since he'd gotten it.
"Alright...alright good...good just a little more." 
There's nothing wrong with protec..., he thought. 
"JESUS DON'T SPEED UP." 
Okay---maybe he was a bit overboard, he thought.
A snort drifted from the truck as Will slowed down. 
"That's not what you were saying last night, pet!" 
Flipping Liam the official salute of the British Empire, 
he grinned from ear to ear as he slowed the truck to a 
stop. "How's she look, Liam? Any damage beyond the 
coat of sludge?"
Liam bent down wiping at the sludge, then inspected 
the car from one side to the other. Finally he breathed a 
large relieved sigh. 
"No." Laying his head against the hood he started to 
coo softly. "Daddy's so sorry. I was a very bad man."
Stretching out the window Will sat on the edge one arm 
folded over the roof of  the truck as he lit up a smoke. 
"Daddy's boy toy can attest to that." He took a drag 
watching as the smoke drifted into the morning sky. "A 
very...VERY...bad man in deed."
"Shh...don't listen to him he's a sex addicted pervert 
who doesn't know how to hold a decent conversation. 
I'm going to take you home and wash you by hand and 
wax you, too. How does that sound? That sound nice? 
Yeah...that sounds nice." Liam purred.
Groaning Will flung his arm over his face dramatically. 
"If only he'd talk dirty to me like that!" 
"I told you." Liam whispered, then patted the hood. 
Standing up he walked  around the truck to where Will 
sat, then removed his arm from his face. Leaning in he 
took his mouth in a crushing passionate kiss. When he 
pulled away, several moments later to catch his breath, 
he grinned. 
"She gets the dirty talk, but you get the kisses---and the 
dirty talk." He pressed his lips to Will's ear whispering. 
"I can use you as the buffer when I'm done waxing.
You know...you naked...me fucking you on top of the 
car. You can smooth out the wax." He nipped Will's 
ear, then stepped back taking his keys out of his pocket. 
"Come on we have to drop off Charlie's truck...he's 
probably having a cow."
William chuckled. "He'd have a bigger cow if he saw 
me arse buffing your car." He slid down into the 
driver's seat, starting the engine, then leaned back out 
the window watching as Liam bent over to detach the 
chain. "Course your arse is big enough to buff better." 
Laughing he backed out onto the road yelling out the 
window. "Race you to your pop's house!" Then in a 
cloud of dust the truck headed out to Marcus Garrigan's 
house.
Liam snorted, muttering to himself. "My ass is not fat." 
Jumping into his car he revved the engine and pulled 
out, racing after Will. In no time flat he'd caught up to 
Will. His car was after all way faster and in better 
condition than Charlie's truck. Passing the truck, a 
huge grin plastered on his face, he left Will in a cloud 
of 'his' dust. 
It only took a few minutes to reach the house and Liam 
pulled into the drive, waiting with a smug expression 
plastered on his face. 
"What was that about a huge ass?" He yelled as Will 
pulled in.
Hopping from the truck, still coughing on Liam's dust 
Will rolled his eyes. "Never said your arse was huge. 
Just said it was...better...for buffing you bleedin' git." 
He leaned in giving Liam a quick peck on the cheek, 
then headed up the drive whistling as he tossed 
Charlie's keys in his hand.
"Bout time! Wha' ya two do---drive ta Vegas?" Charlie 
yelled sarcastically as he came out the front door..
"No ass! We tried to sell the heap all night, but alas no 
one wanted your stupid heap of a truck! Not even for 
scrap." Liam yelled back.
Charles snorted, pointing a finger at his brother. "Don't 
dis' Bessy! She's a good truck. She's never let me 
down. Just because she isn't a shiny dick metaphor for 
your clearly shattered ego doesn't mean you need to 
dis' her."
"HEY! I don't have a shattered EGO!" Liam 
indignantly pushed off his car to meet Charlie half-way 
up the driveway.
"Oh, no...course not and last night was just your 
version of a cleansing experience. Oops...my bad." 
Charlie snarked as he checked out his truck.
Liam growled, but kept his mouth shut, watching his 
brother check for damage. When he was done Charlie 
straightened up, looking at his brother. 
"Come here."
"I don't want to."
"I said come here! You brain damaged momma's boy!"
Growling louder, Liam charged at his brother, but was 
caught in a hug. His hair ruffled and his back stroked as 
his brother's soothing deep voice whispered in his ear. 
"Don't do this shit no more you hear? I didn't sleep 
good and I lied to dad. You've let the guy you love see 
it and he's still here. So let it go---yeah? She loved you, 
she lied for you, and she can't ever say she's sorry. 
We're here now, all of us, so be thankful, just be 
thankful."
Liam started to push away he'd heard this before, but 
looking over Charlie's shoulder he caught sight of Will 
and stopped struggling. He just relaxed in his brother's 
arms. "Maybe I like my over-dramatic bullshit. If I give 
it up I'll be bored."
Laughing Charlie slapped his back his lips ghosting 
over his hair. "I keep telling dad we should have killed 
you at birth---you pain in my ass." He pulled back and 
looked into his brother's eyes shaking his head. "Love 
ya---ya understand?"
"Yes."
"Good. Now get---you two smell like swamp."
Will took everything in with a silence that wasn't 
usually his way, but Liam had needed to hear what 
Charlie had to say. "Yeah well..." he stepped forward 
patting Charlie on the back, "...pulling a car out of a 
ditch can do that to you." 
He smiled at Charlie a look passing between them that 
couldn't have been clearer if Charlie had spoke. He 
knew he'd have to talk to Liam sooner than later, but
after last night he was scared. Scared that whatever it 
was would tip Liam back over the edge. 
"Shower sounds good. 'Sides Liam owes me breakfast 
or rather lunch being as he ditched me a few days ago." 
He grinned at Liam. "Can't be goin' out to lunch 
smellin' like swamp rat---now can we, pet?"
"No, guess not. Let's go." Liam gave his brother 
another quick hug, then hopped in his car, waiting for 
Will. When Will was in the car Liam pulled out 
beeping at his brother, then headed for home. 
***
When they arrived back at Liam's he unlocked the door 
heading inside and started shedding clothes. "So there's 
Mabel's, The Corner Stop...Gator serves food at the 
bar, but since you want nice and we're going there later 
maybe that's not the best choice. Where do you want to 
go?"
"Gator's is fine, pet. Don't need anything fancy, but if 
you have a washer me clothes could do with a cleanin'." 
He smiled at Liam as he shucked off his boots, then 
tugged his tee shirt over his head. "I mean bein' as these 
are the only clothes I got that fit."
"I can wash those, but we can stop by your parents 
house to get you something else---if you want. I'm not 
afraid of the richies district."
"Naw...that's okay. Maybe after lunch. Just point me in 
the direction of the washer." He waggled his brows at 
Liam as he shimmied out of his jeans and collected 
them along with his tee shirt. "Surprisingly enough the 
rich boy knows how to do laundry."
"Well, here, humbled rich boy, do mine, too. The 
laundry room is next to the kitchen. Used to be your old 
toy room---remember that little room?" Liam handed 
over his clothes, pointing in the direction of the kitchen 
even though he knew Will was aware of where it was.
With a brisk click of his heels Will saluted Liam with a 
shit eating grin, then sauntered out of the bedroom 
completely naked. "Toy room---huh?" He called over 
his shoulder provocatively. "Any toys in there now?" 
He chuckled softly.
"No, sicko---just detergent and bleach. Now I'm going 
to get a shower." Liam walked back to the bathroom.
Starting up the shower he stepped inside, immersing 
himself in the steaming water. Back in the laundry 
room, Will tossed the wash in the machine and started 
the load, then headed back. With a childish smile he 
peered around the corner of the bathroom door, then 
crept across the room his eyes on the target. Sliding 
into the shower behind Liam he molded his body to 
Liam's back, placing a kiss over the tattoo. 
" 'Nuff hot water for two?" He whispered as he began 
kissing his way down Liam's spine.
"We've done this before and survived the great hot 
water drought of two thousand and five. So I think---
yeah." Liam chuckled sarcastically. Leaning his 
forehead against the shower wall he allowed his body 
to relax against Will's soft kisses.
"Good---cause I was thinkin', pet. I owe you for last 
night." He stood suddenly turning Liam around so they 
were face to face and he kissed him deeply. Pulling 
back he looked into Liam's dark eyes and smiled. "Owe 
ya big time." 
Falling to his knees he nuzzled into Liam's crotch 
taking in the fading scent of sex from last night, his 
fingers trailing lightly over his cock. "I know you like 
to watch so take in a show, pet." 
Lifting Liam's cock in his palm he began licking along 
the semi-erect length. Liam's breath hitched in his 
throat as he watched that moist pink tongue flick across 
his skin. 
"Whoever said...I...liked to...watchhh..."
Peering up from beneath thick, damp lashes Will 
smiled a wicked smile. "Didn't need anyone to say, 
ducks. I got two eyes of my own." 
Opening his mouth he began suckling the tip of Liam's 
cock working the shaft with his hand gently. Liam's 
eyes drifted shut, but he forced them back open, not 
daring to miss any of the show. 
"Yes...because I'm ever so apparent I guess. 
God...yeah, love that tongue."
Curling said tongue around the head of Liam's cock 
William sucked a bit harder. One hand drifting up to 
cup Liam's balls gently, and began squeezing and 
rolling them. When a groan reached his ears over the 
sound of the shower he smiled around the warm cock 
and slid his mouth lower.
"Shittt...!" Liam hissed, his teeth gritting already. His 
fingers scrabbled across the wall behind him for any 
kind of grip. If he were to grab Will's hair now it 
wouldn't last long at all and he would end up hurting 
him with his need.
Slowly bobbing his head Will sucked his cheeks in 
tightening the suction on the warm flesh that was filling 
his mouth. He could taste pre-cum along his tongue as 
Liam's cock twitched and swelled. Grinning he began 
to hum and swallowed Liam all the way to the back of 
his throat while fondling his balls.
A loud screech echoed through the bathroom as Liam 
scraped his fingernails along the slick tile. He struggled 
to keep his head upright, to keep his eyes on William, 
as his knees started to shake. To steady himself he 
stretched his legs further apart, bracing himself. God 
the things Will could do to him, he thought.
Pulling back Will let the tip of Liam's cock brush his 
lips, then flicked his tongue out teasing the slit. "Like 
that do you, luv? Wanna come in my mouth?" 
"Oh...you're going to...so freaking kill me." Liam 
groaned, then finally moved his fingers from the wall to 
thread them in Will's wet curls. "Yes...yes I want, too. 
I want to watch you swallow me down."
All it took was the look in Liam's eyes and the need in 
his voice. Suddenly Will was pulling his length deep 
into his mouth, his tongue drawing wicked patterns 
along the throbbing vein beneath as his hand released 
Liam's balls. Grabbing the bar of soap he lathered his 
hand, one handed, then dropped the soap to the shower 
floor. All the while he continued bobbing his head until 
the taste of Liam's flesh and pre-cum coated his tongue. 
Taking a deep breath, he slid his soapy hand up 
between Liam's trembling thighs, sliding his fingertips 
along the smoothness of his perineum.
"Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, oh...Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, 
Jesus...god, god, god..." Liam chanted repeatedly, his 
balls drawing up as his every muscle awaited the 
impending orgasm that was fast approaching.
Finally William found what he had sought and he 
pressed the tip of his finger against Liam's hole. At the 
same time he opened his throat, taking Liam all the way 
in, his nose buried in the damp dark curls surrounding 
his lover's cock. He swallowed once hard as his finger 
breached the twitching ring of muscle and slid home. 
"Ohhh...Christ!!" Liam cried out as he exploded down 
Will's throat, his body spasming and shaking 
uncontrollably. 
Will just...he just...., he thought,  as his body shook 
harder and erupts again at the thought. He had to push 
his arms out catching himself against the wall to keep 
himself from falling on top of Will. 
He just...oh my god, he thought again.
William pulled back licking his lips as he finished 
swallowing Liam's spend. His finger slid from the tight 
heat of Liam's ass as he leaned forward on his knees. 
He continued licking his cock, cleaning every drop of 
cum from his twitching flesh with a soft purr. His head 
rested against Liam's quivering hip, one arm curling 
around the back of his knees while the other lifted, his 
hand petting along the opposite hip. Gentle strokes 
down and through the damp curls until he sighed softly. 
"Love you, Liam...always have." 
Liam swallowed hard, nodding. "I love you, too." 
He patted Will's hair, then used all his strength to stand 
straight grabbing the shampoo bottle and pouring some 
into his palm. "So we'll shower, change, take the car to 
a car wash. I'll baby her another time. Then we'll go to 
Gator's. That sound okay to you?"
Glancing up with a contented smile, Will licked his lips 
still tasting Liam's lingering essence, then stood on 
wobbly legs. "Gator's is fine, pet. Do you mind washing 
me back? I'm a bit wobbly and well..." he looked 
pointedly down at his own aching cock, "...I kinda have 
to take care of this before we go out."
Liam scrubbed his hair down, then grabbed a rag 
soaped it up. Scrubbing himself down he then turned 
his attentions to Will. With quick efficient moves he 
scrubbed him from top to bottom. 
"There you go. I'm just going to rinse and put the 
clothes in the dryer or we're going to be wearing wet 
clothes. You just enjoy the rest of your shower." 
With a quick kiss Liam rinsed himself off, then stepped 
out of the shower. Wrapping a towel around his waist 
he headed out of the bathroom as quick as he could 
shutting the door behind him. Raising an eyebrow at 
Liam's retreating back Will sighed, then looked down at 
his bobbing cock. 
"Well now, pet...guess it'll just be me, you, Rosie Palm, 
and her five sisters." 
With another sigh he lathered his hands and tried to 
focus on the ache between his thighs. His mind kept 
drifting to Liam though and his quick departure from 
the shower. For the life of him he couldn't quite figure 
out  what he'd done this time. After all he'd thought that 
was one brilliant blow job.
***
Just don't think about it. Just don't think about it, Liam 
repeated to himself as he threw the clothes in the dryer. 
Will's gay of course he wants to touch that part of a 
body. It was just a slip that's all. Hadn't he made it 
clear, he wondered. 
Liam pushed the start button, then froze. 
He hadn't, he thought, he hadn't made it clear that he 
didn't want---that? He didn't think he could. Oh, my 
god Will thought he wanted to be f...
No...no this is stupid.
He was clearly gay, Liam thought, so why was this 
bugging him. He slumped into one of the kitchen chairs 
and his brain flashed back to the shower, the finger 
penetrating his body, and he felt a shiver down his 
spine. But from what he didn't know. He just didn't 
know how he felt about it. He just never thought about 
it.
***
Wandering into the kitchen scrubbing his hair dry, 
towel swathed around his hips Will looks up to see 
Liam. He was sitting at the table, obviously deep in 
thought, a frown lowering his brow even further. Will 
wandered over to the fridge his gaze never leaving 
Liam's bowed head. 
"Hey, luv---you okay?" He pulled open the door and 
grabbed a can of coke from the shelf.
Liam jumped, pulling the towel further over his lap as 
if to cover a modesty he didn't need anymore. "I'm... 
I'm fine."
"Ooo...kay." Will wandered back to the table, sitting 
down and popping the can open. He studied Liam with 
worried eyes as he sipped the soda. "You know we 
don't have to go to Gator's. We could just order some 
hot wings and pizza...kick back and watch some telly."
"NO! No...I need...I want to get out of here. I want 
you to meet Gator."
"No, problem, luv. Just thought I might have wore you 
out in the shower." He took another long drag off his 
coke, peering over the can at Liam. "Maybe a nap 
would do you good, pet. I mean that cabin floor isn't 
exactly conducive to a good night's rest."
Liam started to throw that idea out the window, but he 
was tired, and they had loads of time. Nodding slowly 
he stood, keeping a death grip on the towel. "Good idea 
a small nap never hurt anyone. I'm feeling a bit 
exhausted all of a sudden." 
Scurrying to his room he slipped the towel off fast, and 
grabbed a pair of sleeping pants. Slipping them on and 
getting into bed he pulled the silk sheet over his body 
and buried his face in his pillow.
Finishing off his coke Will followed Liam into the 
bedroom only to find a huge lump in the center of the 
bed. Chuckling to himself he stripped off his towel and 
slid beneath the silk sheet. 
"Hey, luv, if the light bothers you why not pull the 
shades." He whispered against the back of Liam's neck.
Another small jump and Liam was looking into 
William's eyes trying to act as if he had a cold shiver, 
quivering for show. "I like to sleep like this. God---are 
you cold? I'm cold." Liam pulled more blankets over 
himself, tossing and turning. Losing the silk sheet and 
rolling atop it he tucked a few of the thick blankets 
around himself. 
"God I'm tired." He closed his eyes, burrowing his face 
back into the pillow muttering. "Have a good nap, 
Will."
Rolling onto his back, William gives Liam's back one 
final glance, then folded his arms beneath his head. As 
his eyes drifted shut he wondered to himself what was 
up with Liam's mummy impersonation. He figured as 
he drifted off to sleep that Liam just might not be a 
cuddlier. 
That was okay, he wasn't either.
***
A few hours later Liam woke to soft snoring and turned 
his head looking at William. God he felt like such an 
ass, but he just couldn't deal with it---any of it. It was 
all good a few hours ago. They were together, they'd 
had the best damn sex Liam could ever imagine, and he 
loved Will more than breathing. 
That much was still true, but now---now Will wanted 
something from him he wasn't sure he even wanted. 
Sighing Liam disentangled himself from the sheet and 
looked at the time---seven. They'd slept for a few 
hours. Rubbing his face he thought that maybe he was 
just being dramatic again. Maybe Will was just doing a 
trick he knew. After all it wasn't like Liam had that 
much experience. 
He knew slot A into slot B, thrust, thrust, pleasure, 
pleasure. There was so much more he was sure the two 
of them could do together. So just maybe he was being 
stupid. He stood, stretching, and yawning, then scratch-
ed his belly. Padding out to the laundry room he took 
the clothes out of the dryer and walked back to the 
bedroom. 
"Will? Baby? Might want to think about getting up 
now."
Grumbling softly Will rolled over rubbing his face in 
the pillows. "Don't wanna..." came the muffled reply, 
"...wanna stay...warm..."
"Do you want to eat or do you want me to leave ya here 
to starve?" Liam asked, sitting the warm clothes on the 
bed.
 Will lifted his head looking up with sleepy eyes. 
"Food?" Then he rolled over and sat up as his stomach 
growled softly. "Food is good..." yawning loudly he 
scrubbed at his face. 
Reaching out he grabbed his clothes and grinned. "That 
was the damn best sleep...you're like a human electric 
blanket, luv. All toast and shite." 
"I know...been told I give off heat like nobody's 
business. Let's get dressed and get ya some food before 
you wither." Liam started dressing as well. Pulling on 
his jeans and tee-shirt he sat down on the bed, then 
slipped on his boots, letting his hair stick out however it 
wanted.
Tugging the tee shirt over his head Will stood and 
scratched his naked belly with abandon, then shook out 
his jeans. With another loud yawn he stepped into them 
and padded barefoot to where Liam sat. Leaning down 
he kissed Liam gently. "You look better, pet. All rested 
and fresh. Wouldn't happen to know where I left me 
bloody boots---would you?"
"By the door that's where I saw ya take them off."
"Thanks, luv." He grinned over his shoulder as he 
headed for the living room, socks in hand, in search of 
his elusive boots.
Liam grabbed his keys and his belt, then followed 
threading his belt through the loops. "Now just 
remember no matter how Gator may appear he's just a 
kitten. Really all talk and swagger. Plus he's British... 
came over to America a few years back when he left his 
wife. Whom I'm told was a total bitch her name 
was...what was it...oh yeah Lilah. He left her after she 
tried to sell his entire rare book collection on e-bay 
apparently. He really loves those books."
TBC...