Title: Bayou Boys 5/?
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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E-mail:
Pet - prettygirlryoko@yahoo.com
Foxhunt2blue - foxhunter2blue@peoplepc.com
***
Liam walked back inside the house, leaning his head 
back against the door. 
God what had happened? And what the hell had he 
been thinking? He wasn't sure, but he wasn't planning 
on examining it any further. With a turn of the lock, 
Liam stumbled into his bedroom. Stripping off his 
clothes, he plopped into bed, falling into a fitful sleep.
***
Waking at dawn, William groaned as he rolled over 
away from the windows. 
He didn't even want to think about last night. Hell that 
was all he had thought about in his dreams last night. 
Yanking the covers over his head he groaned and tried 
to fall back to sleep, but he was woken completely by 
Precious who's incessant yapping ended with a flying 
leap onto William's stomach. 
"Bloody hell!" William yelped as the tiny rat burrowed 
beneath the blanket only to place an ice-cold nose on 
his neck. "Yeah...yeah I know!" 
Tossing the blanket aside William stood grabbing a pair 
of sweats and yanked them on with an annoyed 
expression 
"Sodding rat-arsed dog...can't let a man get any sleep." 
Heading downstairs Precious yapping at his heels he 
walked through the kitchen and opened the back door. 
Precious darted past his legs into the yard yapping 
happily as she chased after the squirrels in the yard. 
Running a hand through his mussed hair William 
walked to the phone and stared at it contemplating what 
he was going to say if he called Liam. 
With a faint sigh he lifted the cordless from its cradle 
and dialed information. "Yeah.can I have a number 
for Liam Garrigan?" He waited patiently as the operator 
connected him and the phone rang.
"Hello?" Liam's groggy voice came over the phone.
"Liam?" William softly whispered. "It's, Will." He 
flinched inwardly as he waited for the explosion.
"Oh.hey.what time is it?" Liam tiredly glanced at 
the alarm clock beside the bed. "Damn! Wow never 
even knew there was an eight o' clock in morning. So, 
what can I do ya for? I mean---what do you want? I 
mean---what's up? FUCK!! Just talk." 
A million things cross William's mind, but he doubted 
Liam would appreciate most of them. Not after last 
night. 
"I was...well I was thinking we could have lunch. Sorry 
it's so early, but apparently Precious knew there was an 
eight o'clock in the morning." He laughed softly.
Liam chuckled. "Yeah, sure. There's a diner it's called 
Mildred's.it's like only a year old. It's by Bucky's gas 
station used to be Girard's gas station---you 
remember?"
"Yeah...I remember..." he smiled remembering he and 
Liam stopping there to get soda pops on a hot summer 
day. "How's noon for you, pet?"
"Noon works fine. See you then." Liam hung up. 
Leaning against the porch pillar William sighed as the 
phone went dead in his ear. "God, I hope I ain't bloody 
well ruined this." Letting out a sharp whistle, he 
grinned as Precious pranced around the corner and up 
the steps. "Well now, luv...you gonna give me some 
fashion advice. Can't come off as a complete queer now 
can I?" 
Precious let out a soft yap prancing into the house. 
"Yeah, my sentiments exactly, luv." William chuckled 
as he followed her tiny wagging tail into the house.
***
Around eleven thirty Liam crawled out of bed finally.
Throwing on a loose blue tee shirt, a pair of dark blue 
jeans as well as sliding his feet into his boots, he ran a 
hand through his hair sighing. He could do this---he 
could. This was his best friend, he could do this, he just 
had to forget the last few minutes of the previous night, 
and everything would be fine. 
Just then, those minutes came to him in distinct clarity. 
He found himself covering his mouth as if to stop the 
urge to scream or possibly puke. He still couldn't figure 
out what had come over him. All he knew was that in 
that moment it felt as if it were the most natural thing 
to do. That---more than anything---scared him. 
Making a decision that was by far the best Liam 
stormed out of the house, grabbing the car keys on the 
way. Jumping in the car, he pulled out leaving a cloud 
of dust behind him. He headed in the opposite direction 
than the one he'd planned to go. He had to make these 
thoughts stop somehow and he only knew one way to 
do that.
****
After hours of rooting in the closet and dressing and 
undressing William stood in front of the mirror looking 
at his reflection with a critical eye. He decided on a 
faded pair of Levi's loose enough they didn't scream 
'Look at my arse!' but looked good anyway. His black 
boots and a dark blue tee shirt that made his eyes stand 
out completed the outfit. His hair was still damp from 
the shower falling in soft russet tinged blonde curls. 
"So Precious what do you think you annoying little 
bint? Not to sexed up?" He turned from the mirror 
grinning at the tiny ball of fur sitting in a pile of 
discarded clothes on the bed. 
Precious cocked her head, eyes twinkling, and yapped 
twice as if in approval. 
"Yeah.I thought so, too." He walked to the bed and 
scratched Precious behind her ears. "Shall we leave you 
with Mary, pet?" 
Picking up Precious he grabbed his denim jacket with 
the Union Jack on the back and headed downstairs. 
After finding Mary cleaning the parlor, he left Precious 
in her care. Putting on his glasses he whistled softly as 
he headed for the car and his lunch date at Mildred's 
Diner.
***
Liam pushed open the door walking into Gator's. 
Moving to the far end of the bar, he flopped onto a 
stool tapping the bar. "Hey! Come on isn't to damn 
early for a patron! I want a beer and I know you're here 
Gator!"
Wesley 'Gator' Pryce knew that voice all to well and 
this early in the day something must be eating Liam 
Garrigan's gut up. With a grunt of disbelief he pushed 
up the sleeves of his faded denim shirt and scrubbed 
one callused hand over his unshaven face. Pushing 
aside the box of crawdads he'd been unpacking he 
pushed open the swinging door into the bar. 
"Noon? Liam Garrigan it is noon and I believe your 
sorry behind should be at work. Not in my bar wanting 
a drink." He peered over his wire-rimmed glasses with 
sharp blue eyes and shook his head. "Now who is it this 
time? Susie? Tammy? Or is it another one of your 
many sweet lays?" 
He was tempted to turn Liam away, but if he did, he 
was quite sure Liam would find another watering hole. 
Turning to the tap, he poured Liam a beer and himself 
one, then turned back dropping the beer in front of 
Liam. 
"So...broody boy...talk to Gator." 
Liam snorted taking a big gulp of beer. He raised his 
hand and began ticking off fingers. "One I have a 
couple days off courtesy of da'. Two, I wish I had girl 
troubles. Three, you're not my mom. Four keep the 
beers coming. Five tell Charlie I said hey when you call 
to rat me out you bastard."
Gator threw his hands up in mock horror. "I do believe 
if I were to leave you to your own devices you'd drop 
off the face of the earth. Either that or end up being bait 
for the gators I hunt." He chuckled, taking a swig of his 
beer and raised a brow in curiosity. "Look Liam the 
beers will be coming, but if it ain't the ladies, then what 
pray tell brings you to my fine establishment?"
Silence greeted him for a few minutes, and then Liam 
gulped down the rest of his beer and pushed forward 
the mug to be refilled. "History, friendship, revelations-
--of the not everyday variety---and lets leave it there 
alright. I don't feel much like sharing this story. 
Actually I came to drown this story right out of print."
Shaking his head Gator upturned his beer with a sigh. 
He'd seen this Liam before and it wasn't a pretty sight--
-never was. 
Turning to the tap he poured another beer and dropped 
it in front of Liam. "Well, there's the second and if you 
need another I'll be in the back. Got to get the ship-
ments checked in before Chef brings his ever-loving 
lard ass in here. I ain't looking to piss his ass off today."  
Pushing through the door into the kitchen he headed for 
his tiny office in the back and settled down at his desk. 
Sure as the sun rose Liam would be pissed, but he 
needed to call Charlie eventually. So, better now than 
later. He picked up the phone and dialed Garrigan's 
garage.
"Howdy.you reached Garrigan's Auto Body. You 
crash it we make it better than it was before you messed 
it up. Speak." Charlie answered chipper.
"Charlie.it's Gator..." Gator leaned back propping his 
feet on his desk. "Guess who's here?"
The line was silent for a second, and then Charlie's 
confused voice came over the line. "Ain't possible. If 
there was ever a time my bro' wouldn't be there, surely 
it would be today man. He just had the happiest thing 
happen to him in a good long while. Took place the last 
night. There is no damn way my bro' is siting there in 
that bar unless he is there with a friend playing pool to 
show his haunts, Gator."
"Well, I am here to tell you Charlie that your brother is 
sitting here. Sitting like he just got his ass kicked by 
another of his conquests. He ain't got a soul with him 
and for once he ain't talkin' Charlie."
"Not talkin'?" Charlie repeated his voice near hysteria 
or total disbelief. If there was, one thing his brother did 
well was vent. Vent his feelings, his troubles, anything 
as long as he got to scream to out. Granted he needed to 
be drunk usually, but with Gator, he talked sober or 
drunk. 
"Yep..." Gator sighed. "He ain't talkin' and that my 
friend worries me. What happened yesterday, Charlie? 
What would get him to clam up like that and spend his 
time soaking up beer this early in the morning?" Gator 
dropped his feet to the floor. Rummaging in the top 
drawer of his desk, he pulled out a Cuban and lights up.
"God he hasn't done the 'no talkin' in the bar at noon 
thing' since mom. Man and that night sucked beyond 
belief. Dad had to drag him out---you remember? 
Damn I don't know Gator. Will came home and you 
know who that is even if you never seen his face."
"Will? That the friend of his---LaCroix's boy that was 
sent to some high faluting school in London? Well, 
damn Charlie he should be celebrating not soaking his 
sorrows in cheap beer." Gator blew out a cloud of 
smoke chewing on the cigar thoughtfully. "I'm telling 
you Charlie that boy is in quite a bit of pain."
"FUCK!! Damn it all to hell! I can't leave now not with 
taking on Liam's load. Dad don't need this right now. 
Just watch him Gator and don't let him go to another 
bar. I'll try to get a hold of William. I don't know what's 
going on but it's messed up. Something deep had to 
happen. I just don't know what."
"Sure thing, Charlie. That boy ain't leaving this bar 
even if I got to chain his ass to a pool table. I'll be here 
so give me a call...okay?"
"Okay." 
***
William was sitting in Mildred's staring out the window 
with a lost expression on his face. He knew that Liam 
had said noon was fine---he knew it. He also knew that 
his gut was screaming something bloody awful was 
going on. 
He twirled his straw in his coke and sighed. Last night 
had been a nightmare. After years of friendship, he was 
sure Liam had decided to walk away. Tears welled in 
his eyes as he thought of that sweet kiss. It should have 
never happened, he thought, but he would bloody well 
be damned if he was going to let Liam short change 
him. 
Reaching in his jacket pocket he dialed Garrigan's 
garage and waited as the phone rang.
"Hey, Garrigan's Auto Body how can we help?" 
Charlie sounded stressed.
"Charlie boy...it's...it's Will, luv. Is Liam there?"
"OH, THANK GOD! Boy....Mary said you wasn't 
home and then she went all spacey. Said she had to go 
and she didn't fucking tell me where you went, 
William. Man you have to tell me what's fucking going 
on. Cause Liam isn't here and where he is he shouldn't 
be---not at noon. Noon and Liam isn't a good time to be 
where he fucking is."
"Dammit Charlie! He was supposed to meet me for 
lunch at Mildred's and he bloody well didn't show. 
God, Charlie where is he...just tell me..." William's 
voice cracked as he spoke. "I need to talk to him, pet."
"Gator's bar on the other end of town. He's currently 
trying to repeat history by drinking himself probably to 
a near death." Charlie was pissed off at Liam---no 
doubt. Then he lowered his voice. "William whatever 
happened you have to make it right. I'm not blaming 
you but this makes no sense. He missed you something 
bad and now that you're here it just isn't making sense. 
Gator says he's acting like a wounded dog when one of 
his lays dumps him on his ass. So if you're going out 
there then be prepared. I imagine your father told you 
about Liam's exploits. You're going to see that boy your 
father speaks about."
William swallowed hard and took a deep breath. 
"Charlie I swear to you that I'll make it right...
I will...no matter what it takes. And my father doesn't 
know Liam...he just doesn't. So, fuck his sodding arse. 
I'm going out there now, Charlie. I'm going to talk some 
bloody sense into him even if it kills me." 
"It may, it may, or it may make you lose that love you 
got for him, William." The sound of the phone moving 
drifted to Will's ears, then Charlie says softly into 
the phone. "But then maybe not...maybe you'll survive 
it better than any of us can. You always loved him 
something fierce and different---didn't you? Go to 
him...get him out of that bar. I got to go to work now." 
Then the line went dead.
William stared at the phone for a moment, then tucked 
it in his jacket pocket, throwing a twenty on the table, 
and ran out of the diner. Charlie was right he did love 
Liam and from Charlie's tone, he was pretty sure 
Charlie knew it wasn't just the brotherly type love. 
Sliding into the car he started it up and headed out to 
find Liam and this Gator's Swamp Hole.
***
Slamming the mug a little too hard onto the bar Liam 
growled. He was on beer number six and Gator seemed 
to be getting slower on purpose. "Gator I swear to 
CHRIST! You come out here and fill this up or I tell 
everyone your whole damn name---got me?"
The swinging door slammed open revealing Gator who 
glared at Liam. "Boy.I swear I don't know why I put 
up with your sorry ass!" He snapped. "Don't you think 
you perhaps have had enough? And you go flapping 
your gums all you want. I told you Chef would have 
my ass if these shipments weren't taken care of and he 
is doing just that right now."
>From the kitchen, a deep booming voice similar to 
Barry White's drifted out. "Gator boy ain't you got no 
sense! I told you not to be buying crawdads from that 
shyster Elroy! This is the most pathetic excuse for a 
crawdad that I've had the honor of knowing!"
Gator rolled his eyes as he poured another beer and 
slammed it on the counter. "Hear that!" He growled. "I 
swear if Chef were any further up my ass I'd think I 
was gay!" Turning on heel Gator stormed back into the 
kitchen. "Chef god dammit I done told you I ain't got 
much choice!"
Liam swallowed hard fingering the mug muttering 
quietly. "Yeah, well join the club Gator." 
He tipped back the mug and started to swallow gulp 
after gulp just as a girl walked by in a tiny skirt. Liam 
reached out and pinched her ass. Yelping she turned 
glaring at him as he wiggled his brows.
The front door chose that moment to swing open and 
William---eyes ablaze with fury like a jilted lover---
stormed into the bar. Eyes scanning the dark, noisy bar 
his gaze settled on Liam.
"Son of a bloody bitch..." William grumbled as he 
stalked towards the bar. He took a seat on the stool 
behind Liam and leaned in close. "Thought we were 
meeting for lunch you arsehole..." 
Liam casually downed the rest of the beer in his mug 
and smiled at the girl sweetly. "Sorry baby we'll have to 
play later." Turning on his stool, he looked at Will as if 
he were just some stranger in a bar. "Sorry must have 
slipped my mind." Then he looked towards the door 
leading to the back room screaming as loud as he could. 
"Didn't even fucking make it more than ten minutes---
did ya you rat fucker?!"
"Bite my gator hunting ass you drunken prick!" Gator 
yelled out the door, then ducked back into the kitchen.
William raised a dark brow and snorted. "Seems he 
knows you pretty sodding well." His voice was tight 
with anger. "I don't think...hell I bloody well know it 
didn't slip your mind!" He growled.
"And what? You want me to apologize? Buy you 
flowers? Sorry sweetheart I told you it's not my style." 
Liam hissed with a bored expression, then stood 
leaning over the bar to grab a bottle of whiskey. 
Reaching into his pant's pocket, he threw a twenty 
down. "Keep the change you backstabber!" He 
screamed towards the back as he strolled around the bar 
into the back room where the pool table and jukebox 
sat.
"You bloody son of a bitch!" William stormed after 
him. "You want to hide in the fucking closet! Fine by 
me! But don't you treat me like some weak arsed nancy 
boy that's panting at your heels!" He grabbed Liam's 
shoulder yanking him around. "I ain't the one who 
decided to play tonsil hockey on the beach last night!"
Liam pulled William against him covering his mouth 
with his hand, then gritted between his teeth. "You little 
son of a bitch. I'm not in any damn closet and I do not 
want my fucking mistakes aired like laundry---do you 
understand, Will?" Pulling his hand back, he released 
Will from his grip, then turned shoving a quarter into 
the jukebox punching in numbers in angrily. A second 
later a loud rock ballad started, drowning out the sound 
of the room and the rest of the bar. He moved closer to 
Will then tilted his head. "You've been gone a really 
long time Will and maybe you should just go home. 
Leave me be. We'll sort this later."
"Bull shit! We will not sort this later! Later is now you 
sodding prick!" William grabbed the front of Liam's 
shirt yanking him down to eye level. "And frankly I 
don't care if your 'dirty' laundry is aired on fucking 60 
Minutes!" William snarled, his eyes flashing.
"Well.well wheezy wittle Willy has got him some 
balls. Must be that whole wounded gay boy thing." 
Liam snapped sarcastically. 
A tall, leggy blonde walked in distracting Liam and 
causing him to sigh. "Susie what are you doing here?"
"I heard you were here.wanted to talk." Susie softly 
whispered.
"What about?"
"You know." Demurely Susie batted her lashes.
Liam rolled his eyes. "Susie you know what? Let me 
guess Rom kicked you out?"
A mixture of mock shock and guilt flushed over Susie's 
face.
"Well.I'm sorry, but I don't have time for the pity 
fuck. I can only deal with one person who wants my 
cock at a time. And Will here...already signed up for 
today's slot. So maybe another time."
Susie gasped in shock, then scuttled out.
 
"You bloody mother fucker!" William roared slamming 
his fist into Liam's still jabbering jaw.
  
Totally shocked Liam froze then his arm rose, his hand 
rubbing his jaw. "Well then.wasn't that new?" He 
shifted his jaw, opening, and closing his mouth, as he 
walked around William slowly. "What? Hit a nerve did 
I?"
"Nerve? I don't right think so mate!" William's lip 
curled twisting his face into an animalistic snarl. "You 
say you're me bloody friend! You say you missed me! 
Well if you care about me so sodding much, then why 
in the bloody hell are you doing everything in your 
power to hurt me? What the fuck? I wasn't the one that 
made the first move! You did! YOU!!" William clench-
ed his fists so hard his nails drew blood. "It was just a 
bloody kiss you arse! You're acting like you fucked me 
up the arse!"
Liam snarled, flinching as a surge of pain flared in his 
jaw. Getting in William's face, he begins to say some-
thing, then he growled, turning and going out the back 
door. The door slammed shut behind him with a 
resounding thud.
Storming after Liam his face flushed with anger 
William grabbed his shoulder. "No bloody way in hell 
you're getting off that easy Liam Garrigan! Don't you 
fucking walk away from me, luv!"
Liam wrenched his arm away screaming. "ARE ALL 
YOU GAY BOYS WOMEN?! I can do what I want, 
when I want, how I want---got me?"
"Bastard! You bloody bastard! What happened to 'it 
doesn't matter that you're gay Will' or the 'you're my 
best friend Will I still love you'?! If I hear you do one 
more swamp rat, redneck, gay bashing line I swear to 
God you will be picking your sorry drunken arse up off 
this parking lot with a few broken bones!" William 
roared.
Liam smiled darkly stepping into William's space. 
"Come on then...hit me."
Clenching his fist William swung hard slamming his 
knuckles into Liam's chin. "FUCK YOU!" 
Liam's head snapped back his body turning to the side. 
He leaned over, spit out a mouthful of blood from his 
bitten tongue, then straightened turning back to 
William. 
"Come on again."
With a snarl, William swung again. This time his fist 
hit Liam's jaw. "You want it you got it, peaches!"
Liam's head snapped back again, this time he stayed 
upright and facing William. Rubbing his jaw, he shook 
his head. "Come on Willy...you're not even tryin' 
baby. Put your 'heart' into it. Don't be such a pussy."
"Mother fucker!" Will's fist hit Liam in the stomach. "I 
ain't your baby! And I sure and the bloody hell am not a 
pussy! Much less yours!"
Grabbing William's upper arms Liam backed them up 
slowly to the wall. When he finally spoke his voice was 
steady and true. "But you want to be---don't you baby? 
You want to be mine. It's why I'm getting to you, 
hurting you---isn't it?" Liam stopped when William hit 
the wall. "Isn't it, Will?" He whispered softly.
"No! I don't!" Will screamed as he twisted in Liam's 
grip. "Why would I...I want you...you hateful 
bastard?!" His eyes narrowed. "Now let me go or I 
swear to bloody hell I will kick you in the sodding 
balls!"
Liam pressed his body against William's, but not hard, 
just enough for them both to feel the others heat and 
presence. "Then do it. You want away from me so bad 
kick me in the balls and prove me wrong, Will."
Eyes wide and filled with icy fury William drew his 
knee back. "Fucking prick!" His knee slammed up.
Tilting his head Liam grinned. "Knee cap isn't my balls, 
Will."
"No...it ain't!" William spit out. "Unlike you I ain't a 
heartless bastard..." his voice dropped, his lower lip 
quivering, as his vision began to blur. "I'd never hurt 
me best mate like he's hurt me..."
"Shhh...please don't get upset, Will." Liam whispered, 
his hands moving up the younger man's arms. "Please I 
didn't mean it...you know I didn't mean it."
"Do I?" William choked out, turning his face away, his 
eyes closing. "I tell you the hardest thing I've ever had 
to tell you...and you turn into a homophobic arsehole. 
Even after you told me it didn't matter...even when you 
said you still..." the tears began to fall down his face. 
He couldn't help it. Suddenly he was that skinny little 
boy again with not a friend in the world.
Liam felt like the ass he was suddenly. He settled his 
hands on either side of his friend's face turning his own 
to lay a scruffy cheek along William's smooth one. He 
spoke so softly it was hard to hear. "I do still...I do. 
I wasn't lying to you, Will."
"Do you, Liam?" Will whimpered softly his eyes 
opening as his gut tightened. "I don't know anymore 
what to bloody believe..."
Liam nodded his hand lifting, his fingers tucking a 
strand of hair behind William's ear, then moving over 
to trace the frame of William's glasses. "Yes, I do...
I love you. I'm just..." he paused his fingers drifting 
over William's cheek, down to his lips again the same 
path they had gone the previous night. "I just don't 
understand what's happening to me."
"Neither do I..." William whispered as he kissed Liam's 
fingers. "I need you Liam...bloody hell I need you so 
bad. I always have."
Liam's breath hitched at the sight of William kissing his 
fingers as he pressed them a bit firmer against his lips. 
"God what are you doing?"
Looking up into Liam's eyes, William sucked one of his 
fingers between his lips, then whispered softly. 
"Bloody well showing you how much, pet."
Liam pushed his finger further between William's lips 
parting them further. "Let me return the favor then--- 
huh?" His finger withdrew as his lips pressed to 
William's, his fingers grabbing a handful of hair, 
tangling in it as his body pressed tighter to the slighter 
man in front of him.
Trembling beneath Liam's hard body William moaned 
into the kiss. Slowly he began grinding his hips against 
Liam's. He wanted him so bloody bad it hurt, he 
thought, as his arms encircled Liam's torso. His fingers 
traced patterns along the cotton covered spine, finally 
drifting down to that sweet dip just above what he 
knew was the hottest arse he'd ever seen. Gently his 
hands cupped the curve of Liam's muscled ass 
massaging and squeezing as his tongue darted out to 
dance with Liam's.
Suddenly Liam's eyes shot wide and he pulled back.
Blinking behind his glasses, William licked his lips, 
tasting Liam on them, and sighed. "What's wrong, luv?"
"I...I." Liam attempted to find the right words. He 
started to pace slowly running his hands through his 
hair.
Straightening up William ran his fingers through his 
own tangled hair stepping in front of Liam. "Talk to me 
Liam...for god's sake...your bloody well scaring me..." 
he whispered softly.
Looking into William's eyes, he spoke softly. "I do 
love you." Turning he walked to the door opening it, 
then paused. "But I'm not gay, Will." 
He disappeared inside grabbing the whiskey bottle on 
his way to his car.
A soft whimper rose in William's throat as he slammed 
his fist into the wall his knuckles splitting. Without 
a second thought, he followed Liam through the door, 
into the bar, and out to his car. 
"Liam Garrigan exactly how far up your bloody arse is 
that fat head of yours?"
Liam slid into his car starting the engine never looking 
at William. "Must be pretty damn far because first time 
kissing you a boo-boo that can be fixed. Second time 
bad on me...my own damn fault. Now I'm going home 
and you should do the same." With a squeal of tires, 
Liam pulled out heading toward his house.
William stomped his foot like a spoiled child and 
growled deep in his chest. "Stupid bloody git!" 
He headed for his car following Liam as close as he 
could. He was not letting the bastard walk away. Once 
might have been an accident---though he doubted it---
twice though wasn't.
***
Liam glanced up to see William following him in his 
rear view mirror and sighed. He didn't want to deal with 
this now or ever, but he knew there wasn't a thing he 
could do to stop him. William knew where he lived and 
everywhere he would go. 
When he finally pulled into the driveway Liam headed 
straight for the front door, unlocked it, and went in 
leaving the door wide open. Leaning against the wall, 
he started to untie his boots as he waited for William.
***
Pulling into the drive next to Liam's car William got 
out ready to fight Liam to get inside. To his utter 
surprise, the door was wide open. Walking in he 
eyeballed Liam's ass then dropped on the sofa fishing 
out a smoke and lighting up. 
"So..." he paused as he smiled.
"Sooo..." Liam drawled as he tossed the boots to the 
side locking the door. When he was done with the door, 
he pointed to the coffee table. "Remote is there, food is 
in the fridge, phone is on the wall in the kitchen. Have 
fun." He picked up the whiskey bottle walking to his 
bedroom. 
"Good night, Will." 
That was the last thing Liam said as he slammed the 
door shut behind him. The sound of the lock clicking 
echoed through the house.
Raising a brow William exhaled and stood. "I'll be 
here in the morning broody boy!" He yelled as he 
meandered into the kitchen in search of a beer. 
He'd call Mary and let her know where he was at, he 
thought. After a quick look in the fridge, he put 
together a sandwich, then placed the call to Mary. 
Retrieving the sandwich and a beer, he headed back to 
the living room. 
With a loud sigh, he cleared the sofa off and made 
himself comfortable, then turned on the television. As 
he flipped the channels, he grinned. At least Liam had 
cable, he thought, as he settled on Showtime and an 
episode of 'Queer as Folk'. 
***
Liam shucked off his tee shirt, unbuttoned, and dropped 
his pants flopping onto the bed. He twisted the cap off 
the whiskey taking a few big swallows of it. He'd heard 
William's announcement about how he'd be there in the 
morning and snorted. 
"Like I didn't know that." 
Rolling onto his back he stared up at the ceiling and 
muttered. "But who says I'm leaving this room ever ya 
little shithead."
*** 
Out in the living room William finished his sandwich 
and beer, then lit up another smoke. Snuggling into the 
sofa, he watched Ben and Michael kissing. His mind 
flashed back to the bar and he sighed as his jeans began 
to tighten. 
"Oh, what the bloody hell..." he mumbled as his gaze 
focused on the two lovers on the television. 
Ben was running his hands up and down Michael's 
back as he kissed him. And by God, it was a bloody 
fucking hot kiss, William thought. Moaning softly, he 
began stroking himself through his jeans as Ben slowly 
stripped Michael. Well, if Liam wasn't going to 
cooperate at least Ben and Michael were putting on a 
show.
Liam groaned as the sound of William's moan drifted 
through the door. "No fucking shit on my couch, Will! 
God damn it!" He screamed. 
He knew it was a lost cause, so he just pulled a pillow 
over his face and screamed into it.
"Ain't shitting, luv!" William screamed back an evil 
grin twitching at the corner of his lips. "Of course you 
could always 'come' see what I am doing."
"No, thanks I'm good!" Liam tipped the bottle back 
drinking nearly half of the contents.
"Well, you know where I am if you change your mind, 
pet! Just might open your eyes!" 
Slowly William slid his zipper down releasing the 
erection he'd had since the bar. A sigh of relief escaped 
him as he took his cock in hand and began to stroke to 
the wonderful sounds of Ben and Michael going at it 
like wild animals.
Liam groaned again tossing back the rest of the 
whiskey then fell back covering his face with the 
pillow, chanting to himself. "Have drunk will pass 
out...have drunk will pass out...have drunk will pass 
out." 
Finally, he drifted off in a drunken haze of mixed 
emotions and feelings. All of those emotions and 
feelings centered on the boy just outside his door.
TBC