Fic/ Other Half-Truths
Title: Other Half-Truths
Rating/Warnings: NC-17... It's not incest so much as soulcest but...
Characters/Pairings: Tommy and Billy, with mentions of Teddy and the Kaplans. one-sided Tommy/Billy, mentioned Teddy/Billy, Tommy/Kate/Eli.
Summary: Tommy has some "feelings" about Billy. His right hand gets a lot of exercise.
Notes: Written for Julie.. Because she and a few others on her stream wanted an alternate ending to this. I couldn't resist. *fully prepared to burn for this*
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No one talked about the fight that night. Apparently, Altman’s little stroll calmed Billy enough so that when the Kaplans came back from soccer practice with the twins and Mrs. K asked “How was your day?” Billy just smiled and said, “Good. I got on A on that history report.”
It almost got awkward again when Mr. K pointed to his cheek and asked, “Tommy, what happened to your face?”
Tommy froze. “I uh-“
“-Wasn’t looking where you were going, so you ran into the door instead of through it?”
Tommy glanced over at Billy in shock. The other boy didn’t even falter, just kept smiling as Teddy slung an arm around his boyfriend with a look that said ‘shut up and play along’ and snorted. ”Oh, what else is new?”
“Thomas Shepard,” Mrs. K rounded on him, thankfully buying his twin’s bluff, but not so fortunately ready to tear into Tommy for something he didn’t do. For once. “How many times do I have to remind you not to use your powers in the house?”
So yeah. A little scolding from Mrs. K. Some much needed distraction from the twins. Dinner. A movie. And then bedtime.
All in all, any further confrontation was avoided. The Kaplans bid all the boys good night, Mrs. K kissing each of them on the forehead and Mr. K reminding them all that pancakes were on tomorrow’s menu. Teddy had taken Billy’s little brothers in each arm and deposited them to their bunk bed, coming back out to say a quick “night” to Tommy and a longer one to Billy.
Tommy rolled his eyes as heard Billy giggle something out in the hall, heard Teddy chuckle in return and-
“Uhg, come on, Kaplan, just go to sleep already,” Tommy muttered to himself as he hopped onto his own bed.
It wasn’t until the two lover boys were finally finished swapping saliva outside the room that things grew tense again. Billy shut the door and tentatively looked over to where Tommy was sprawled on his bed, cleared his throat and shifted on his bare feet.
“Well… Good night, Tommy.”
Tommy blinked at him once, shrugged and then pulled the blankets over himself with his back to Billy mumbling, “Don’t let the bed bugs bite.”
He listened to the sounds of Billy sighing and climbing into his own bed, heard the click of the bedside lamp as the room went dark. He listened as Billy sighed again, snuggled into the sheets and waited until his breath evened out in slumber.
With everyone else in the house lost in their dreams, Tommy allowed his own restless thoughts to wander.
Kaplan really was everything Tommy accused him of being. The kid really didn’t see how good he had it. The more time he spent in this house, the less Tommy felt he really belonged here… But Billy. Billy did. And the infuriating part of this was, he just could’t see it.
The Kaplans were good people, which was far more than Tommy could could say about his own parents. They had a good marriage, raised three decent kids, and had no qualms whatsoever about letting two of their son’s teammates, an alien hybrid and an ex-con, stay in their home. The twins… Tommy liked them. They were hyperactive and had an eye for mischief, which Tommy nurtured and egged-on, much to Billy’s annoyance.
Even with all this going for him, good friends, loving parents, and a boyfriend who treated him like a prince, Kaplan never stopped wanting more. He was like that damn Mermaid from that Disney movie Cassie made the team watch with her once, gripping about the Scarlet Witch and magic and how they were really soul brothers. Or something.
Tommy let his mind take him back to a few hours ago… He had every right to call Kaplan out for his bullshit. Somone had to tell him the truth and frankly, everyone always thought Tommy was picking on poor little Billy anyway. He was used to being the bad guy.
And Tommy could fully admit to himself now, in the shadows of his would-be-brother’s room… He liked treading that line between black and white. His morals were dark grey. Which was probably why he was drawn to people who’s own ideals were similar, yet opposite to his.
Like Kate…
He sighed to himself, grinning up at the ceiling without really seeing it. Damn, Kate was hot. Bradley had no idea how lucky he was to find a person like her. She was a good girl, but not the kind who objected to bending the rules to get what she wanted. Head strong, stubborn, but kind and considerate. The way she could take the lead without hesitation, make the tough choices while everyone else held back. And her eyes… She could knock you dead with those long dark lashes and light blue glares. But Tommy loved it better when she would smile at him with them.
Those small, subtle smiles would leave him dazed, make him jerk off later on with Kate’s name on the tip of his tongue. Hasty, silent, and just a few feet away from the bed occupying his brother’s sleeping profile…
His eyes trailed down from the ceiling and lingered on the bed next to his, caught a glimpse of Billy still sound asleep.
Tommy shuddered in revulsion. And anticipation.
He knew what his body wanted tonight. And despite his various and fleeting fancies of Kate holding him down and riding him to heaven and back again, in these shadowy and tremulous hours of darkness, he knew it wasn’t going to be her tonight…
He’d know since he pinned Billy down against the couch, angry and bitter. Knew even in words of rage and disgust, what he would ultimately be dreaming of when the sun had set and the city lights polluted the sky, just as his own thoughts polluted his better judgement.
Tommy gasped as his hand moved slowly under the waistline of his pajamas.
Fuck.
It was all Kaplan’s fault. That snobby, pretentious little punk had a way of making you want to hit him over and over. In more ways than one.
Tommy couldn’t remember how or when it started. It wasn’t even something he indulged himself in often. Really he didn’t need to. He was fairly comfortable with himself to know that he preferred chicks. He could appreciate the occasional dude here or there if only for ascetics.
Well… fine, ok, there were those times when he had imaged his make-believe dates with Kate would include Bradley pulling that stick out of his ass and joining their fun. But Kate was usually in the middle of that. Usually.
He shook his head, not wanting to explore the implications of enjoying Patriot like that ever.
Actually, forget Bradley. This new thing he developed with Billy was even more messed up, and Tommy was pretty damn certain no amount of therapy could help him muddle through this puddle of sick and wrong he was crossing here.
He just… couldn’t help it. It wasn’t like he wanted to actually do anything about these urges. And if he went with Billy’s crackpot theory that they were just the transmigrated souls of the Scarlet Witch’s sons, then really this wasn’t incest. Not technically. This was just… soulcest.
Whatever it was, in the light of day, Tommy hated himself for giving in. He berated himself for entertaining even the slightest notion that he found Kaplan appealing. Cause soulcest or not, he was getting off to visions of a kid who looked just like him. Only slower, darker hair and eyes, and “that way inclined.”
It was only a little before midnight, though. He had plenty of time to let this all play out. Let himself pretend that today’s little spat ended in an entirely different way than it had.
His memory of Kaplan had the other boy panting up in confusion and alarm as Tommy yelled at him, hands closed painfully over bone-thin wrists. In reality, Tommy had just said what he needed to and left.
But what if… Tommy licked his lips and dragged his hand over the front his boxers.
What if he hadn’t walked away. Better yet, what if Billy had called back to him, tried to apologize even when he wasn’t sure what he had to be sorry for. From there, Tommy saw himself stopping again taking slow deliberate steps towards the other teen still laying on the couch.
He would lean over and growl, “You’re sorry… You’re always fucking sorry, aren’t you Kaplan.”
He could picture Billy whimpering when Tommy shoved him back into the cushions, using his body weight to keep him in place. Billy would become very aware of how close there were, he thought. Kaplan wasn’t that dumb. He had enough sense in him to know that this position he was in was pretty damn suggestive. He’d probably blush and try to sit up.
“Tommy, get off!”
In his head Tommy grinned, gave Billy the same look he’d given Kessler right before he’d set that asshole straight. “I don’t think so…”
Across the room, Billy moaned softly in his sleep, the sound cracking through the fantasy Tommy weaved together in his head, making him squeeze himself through the fabric of his underwear. The Billy in his falsified memory would probably sound just like that when Tommy ground is hips down none too gently against his own.
“Tommy, stop!” Billy would hissed, franticly trying to squirm away which only made the friction between them that much- much-
“Shit,” Tommy whispered aloud, gritted his teeth as he pulled his cock out under the covers and stroked, eyes fixed half-mast at the other boy in the room but not actually seeing so much as wishful thinking.
Tommy would kiss him, then, he thought.
Christ, kissing Kaplan… He wondered if their mouths feel the same, if Billy’s tongue couldn’t curl itself like his couldn’t, if his eyetooth on the left side is a bit crocked just like Tommy’s. His lips are probably softer though… Kaplan used chap stick on them all the time. He’d probably taste it on his lips. Cherry. As if people had any doubts about his brother’s sexuality.
No, not brothers, dammit. It was just an idea. One concocted by a 16 year old Avengers fan-boy, no less.
And who was Tommy to question sexual preferences when his own hand was working frantically over his cock, beating off to some fucked up daydream involving a kid that may or may not be related to him?
Tommy squeezed his eyes shut and skipped ahead.
Somehow in the fantasy, Billy’s pants were gone and Tommy was touching him like he touched himself, and Billy was making those quiet noises he made when he was asleep. Or when Billy thought he and Altman were having some “quality” time alone when Tommy was within range and out of sight…
He slowed the pace of his hand for a moment, panting harshly into his pillow, squinting into the darkness.
Teddy…
In his mind, he taunted Billy, asked him why he didn’t stop Tommy from doing what he was doing. Why if he claimed to love Teddy as much as he did he was laying back and clutching arms that mirrored his own, arching himself into a hand that was roughly the same size and structure of his own. Billy flushed deeper, then, but Tommy just kept asking why.
“Why don’t you just use your powers to defend yourself? I’m not stopping anytime soon. Without them, you’re defenseless. It doesn’t have to be that way… So why-?”
“I-” Billy moans in his head, eyes spilling over as his face twists side to side on the couch in pleasured distress. “I can’t. I could never-”
“But why?” Tommy huffs out accidentally, but he’s too far gone to care at this point. He felt himself teetering on the edge, worked himself harder, eyes never straying from the real and fake Billy.
“Because I love you, too,” Billy sobbed, digging his nails desperately into Tommy’s back as he pulled their bodies against each other and rocks in wild abandonment.
“God,” Tommy shouted in his head, his actual voice a series of small pained grunts as he worked against a body that was in another bed, it’s owner blissfully unaware that his soul twin was currently pulling his cock to thoughts of them making out, touching each other…
His mind became a jumbled, chaotic blur of memory melding with imagination. Billy rescuing him from prison, Billy blowing him in the showers after a mission, Billy hugging him after being reunited from the Civil War, Billy riding him while Altman watches saying “Don’t stop on my account,” Billy yelling at him for fighting with Eli again, Billy holding him close after a quickie in the ally, Billy smiling like he was so happy to see him.
With his free hand, Tommy reaches up and strokes his cheek where Billy had hours before patched him up. His own fingers…
They were-
“Tommy, oh Tommy!”
-just-
“Mmmm, please.”
-like-
“Yesss, Tommy more!”
-his.
“I love you. I l-love you. I love you. I-“
“Billy,” Timmy whined, choking on a half broken noise in the back of his throat as his body stilled, then jerked into his hand in a few final thrusts, head falling back onto the bed in satisfaction.
“Tommy?”
His eyes snapped open immediately, but he didn’t dare move.
Shit.
“Tommy,” Billy asked again, voice hoarse from sleep, a yawn extending the “o” in his name. “You ok?”
Tommy breathed deeply, suddenly feeling all too aware of the wet, uncomfortable mess under his pajama bottoms. He shook his head.
“It’s fine, Kaplan… Just a nightmare.”
“Oh…” Billy yawned again. Tommy watched out of the corner of his eye as the witch adjusted himself into a comfortable position, murmuring, “Sleep well.”
He waited another ten minutes, until he knew for sure Billy was out cold. With a slight grimace, Tommy removed his hand from his soiled boxers and reached for the tissue box on the night stand.
He couldn't quite bring himself to regret it yet. But he would tomorrow, definitely. He probably wouldn’t be able to look anyone in the eye until super, but no one would ever guess it was out of guilt. Teddy will probably nudge Billy, ask what Tommy’s deal was. Billy would most likely shrug and roll his eyes saying, “I’m still breathing, that’s got to be part of it.”
In the mean time, Tommy finished wiping his hand, tossed the tissues away in the tash bin and fell asleep face-down on the mattress.
His dreams that night were restless and haunted by the memory of Billy’s smiles and the knowledge that he’d done absolutely nothing to deserve them.
Rating/Warnings: NC-17... It's not incest so much as soulcest but...
Characters/Pairings: Tommy and Billy, with mentions of Teddy and the Kaplans. one-sided Tommy/Billy, mentioned Teddy/Billy, Tommy/Kate/Eli.
Summary: Tommy has some "feelings" about Billy. His right hand gets a lot of exercise.
Notes: Written for Julie.. Because she and a few others on her stream wanted an alternate ending to this. I couldn't resist. *fully prepared to burn for this*
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No one talked about the fight that night. Apparently, Altman’s little stroll calmed Billy enough so that when the Kaplans came back from soccer practice with the twins and Mrs. K asked “How was your day?” Billy just smiled and said, “Good. I got on A on that history report.”
It almost got awkward again when Mr. K pointed to his cheek and asked, “Tommy, what happened to your face?”
Tommy froze. “I uh-“
“-Wasn’t looking where you were going, so you ran into the door instead of through it?”
Tommy glanced over at Billy in shock. The other boy didn’t even falter, just kept smiling as Teddy slung an arm around his boyfriend with a look that said ‘shut up and play along’ and snorted. ”Oh, what else is new?”
“Thomas Shepard,” Mrs. K rounded on him, thankfully buying his twin’s bluff, but not so fortunately ready to tear into Tommy for something he didn’t do. For once. “How many times do I have to remind you not to use your powers in the house?”
So yeah. A little scolding from Mrs. K. Some much needed distraction from the twins. Dinner. A movie. And then bedtime.
All in all, any further confrontation was avoided. The Kaplans bid all the boys good night, Mrs. K kissing each of them on the forehead and Mr. K reminding them all that pancakes were on tomorrow’s menu. Teddy had taken Billy’s little brothers in each arm and deposited them to their bunk bed, coming back out to say a quick “night” to Tommy and a longer one to Billy.
Tommy rolled his eyes as heard Billy giggle something out in the hall, heard Teddy chuckle in return and-
“Uhg, come on, Kaplan, just go to sleep already,” Tommy muttered to himself as he hopped onto his own bed.
It wasn’t until the two lover boys were finally finished swapping saliva outside the room that things grew tense again. Billy shut the door and tentatively looked over to where Tommy was sprawled on his bed, cleared his throat and shifted on his bare feet.
“Well… Good night, Tommy.”
Tommy blinked at him once, shrugged and then pulled the blankets over himself with his back to Billy mumbling, “Don’t let the bed bugs bite.”
He listened to the sounds of Billy sighing and climbing into his own bed, heard the click of the bedside lamp as the room went dark. He listened as Billy sighed again, snuggled into the sheets and waited until his breath evened out in slumber.
With everyone else in the house lost in their dreams, Tommy allowed his own restless thoughts to wander.
Kaplan really was everything Tommy accused him of being. The kid really didn’t see how good he had it. The more time he spent in this house, the less Tommy felt he really belonged here… But Billy. Billy did. And the infuriating part of this was, he just could’t see it.
The Kaplans were good people, which was far more than Tommy could could say about his own parents. They had a good marriage, raised three decent kids, and had no qualms whatsoever about letting two of their son’s teammates, an alien hybrid and an ex-con, stay in their home. The twins… Tommy liked them. They were hyperactive and had an eye for mischief, which Tommy nurtured and egged-on, much to Billy’s annoyance.
Even with all this going for him, good friends, loving parents, and a boyfriend who treated him like a prince, Kaplan never stopped wanting more. He was like that damn Mermaid from that Disney movie Cassie made the team watch with her once, gripping about the Scarlet Witch and magic and how they were really soul brothers. Or something.
Tommy let his mind take him back to a few hours ago… He had every right to call Kaplan out for his bullshit. Somone had to tell him the truth and frankly, everyone always thought Tommy was picking on poor little Billy anyway. He was used to being the bad guy.
And Tommy could fully admit to himself now, in the shadows of his would-be-brother’s room… He liked treading that line between black and white. His morals were dark grey. Which was probably why he was drawn to people who’s own ideals were similar, yet opposite to his.
Like Kate…
He sighed to himself, grinning up at the ceiling without really seeing it. Damn, Kate was hot. Bradley had no idea how lucky he was to find a person like her. She was a good girl, but not the kind who objected to bending the rules to get what she wanted. Head strong, stubborn, but kind and considerate. The way she could take the lead without hesitation, make the tough choices while everyone else held back. And her eyes… She could knock you dead with those long dark lashes and light blue glares. But Tommy loved it better when she would smile at him with them.
Those small, subtle smiles would leave him dazed, make him jerk off later on with Kate’s name on the tip of his tongue. Hasty, silent, and just a few feet away from the bed occupying his brother’s sleeping profile…
His eyes trailed down from the ceiling and lingered on the bed next to his, caught a glimpse of Billy still sound asleep.
Tommy shuddered in revulsion. And anticipation.
He knew what his body wanted tonight. And despite his various and fleeting fancies of Kate holding him down and riding him to heaven and back again, in these shadowy and tremulous hours of darkness, he knew it wasn’t going to be her tonight…
He’d know since he pinned Billy down against the couch, angry and bitter. Knew even in words of rage and disgust, what he would ultimately be dreaming of when the sun had set and the city lights polluted the sky, just as his own thoughts polluted his better judgement.
Tommy gasped as his hand moved slowly under the waistline of his pajamas.
Fuck.
It was all Kaplan’s fault. That snobby, pretentious little punk had a way of making you want to hit him over and over. In more ways than one.
Tommy couldn’t remember how or when it started. It wasn’t even something he indulged himself in often. Really he didn’t need to. He was fairly comfortable with himself to know that he preferred chicks. He could appreciate the occasional dude here or there if only for ascetics.
Well… fine, ok, there were those times when he had imaged his make-believe dates with Kate would include Bradley pulling that stick out of his ass and joining their fun. But Kate was usually in the middle of that. Usually.
He shook his head, not wanting to explore the implications of enjoying Patriot like that ever.
Actually, forget Bradley. This new thing he developed with Billy was even more messed up, and Tommy was pretty damn certain no amount of therapy could help him muddle through this puddle of sick and wrong he was crossing here.
He just… couldn’t help it. It wasn’t like he wanted to actually do anything about these urges. And if he went with Billy’s crackpot theory that they were just the transmigrated souls of the Scarlet Witch’s sons, then really this wasn’t incest. Not technically. This was just… soulcest.
Whatever it was, in the light of day, Tommy hated himself for giving in. He berated himself for entertaining even the slightest notion that he found Kaplan appealing. Cause soulcest or not, he was getting off to visions of a kid who looked just like him. Only slower, darker hair and eyes, and “that way inclined.”
It was only a little before midnight, though. He had plenty of time to let this all play out. Let himself pretend that today’s little spat ended in an entirely different way than it had.
His memory of Kaplan had the other boy panting up in confusion and alarm as Tommy yelled at him, hands closed painfully over bone-thin wrists. In reality, Tommy had just said what he needed to and left.
But what if… Tommy licked his lips and dragged his hand over the front his boxers.
What if he hadn’t walked away. Better yet, what if Billy had called back to him, tried to apologize even when he wasn’t sure what he had to be sorry for. From there, Tommy saw himself stopping again taking slow deliberate steps towards the other teen still laying on the couch.
He would lean over and growl, “You’re sorry… You’re always fucking sorry, aren’t you Kaplan.”
He could picture Billy whimpering when Tommy shoved him back into the cushions, using his body weight to keep him in place. Billy would become very aware of how close there were, he thought. Kaplan wasn’t that dumb. He had enough sense in him to know that this position he was in was pretty damn suggestive. He’d probably blush and try to sit up.
“Tommy, get off!”
In his head Tommy grinned, gave Billy the same look he’d given Kessler right before he’d set that asshole straight. “I don’t think so…”
Across the room, Billy moaned softly in his sleep, the sound cracking through the fantasy Tommy weaved together in his head, making him squeeze himself through the fabric of his underwear. The Billy in his falsified memory would probably sound just like that when Tommy ground is hips down none too gently against his own.
“Tommy, stop!” Billy would hissed, franticly trying to squirm away which only made the friction between them that much- much-
“Shit,” Tommy whispered aloud, gritted his teeth as he pulled his cock out under the covers and stroked, eyes fixed half-mast at the other boy in the room but not actually seeing so much as wishful thinking.
Tommy would kiss him, then, he thought.
Christ, kissing Kaplan… He wondered if their mouths feel the same, if Billy’s tongue couldn’t curl itself like his couldn’t, if his eyetooth on the left side is a bit crocked just like Tommy’s. His lips are probably softer though… Kaplan used chap stick on them all the time. He’d probably taste it on his lips. Cherry. As if people had any doubts about his brother’s sexuality.
No, not brothers, dammit. It was just an idea. One concocted by a 16 year old Avengers fan-boy, no less.
And who was Tommy to question sexual preferences when his own hand was working frantically over his cock, beating off to some fucked up daydream involving a kid that may or may not be related to him?
Tommy squeezed his eyes shut and skipped ahead.
Somehow in the fantasy, Billy’s pants were gone and Tommy was touching him like he touched himself, and Billy was making those quiet noises he made when he was asleep. Or when Billy thought he and Altman were having some “quality” time alone when Tommy was within range and out of sight…
He slowed the pace of his hand for a moment, panting harshly into his pillow, squinting into the darkness.
Teddy…
In his mind, he taunted Billy, asked him why he didn’t stop Tommy from doing what he was doing. Why if he claimed to love Teddy as much as he did he was laying back and clutching arms that mirrored his own, arching himself into a hand that was roughly the same size and structure of his own. Billy flushed deeper, then, but Tommy just kept asking why.
“Why don’t you just use your powers to defend yourself? I’m not stopping anytime soon. Without them, you’re defenseless. It doesn’t have to be that way… So why-?”
“I-” Billy moans in his head, eyes spilling over as his face twists side to side on the couch in pleasured distress. “I can’t. I could never-”
“But why?” Tommy huffs out accidentally, but he’s too far gone to care at this point. He felt himself teetering on the edge, worked himself harder, eyes never straying from the real and fake Billy.
“Because I love you, too,” Billy sobbed, digging his nails desperately into Tommy’s back as he pulled their bodies against each other and rocks in wild abandonment.
“God,” Tommy shouted in his head, his actual voice a series of small pained grunts as he worked against a body that was in another bed, it’s owner blissfully unaware that his soul twin was currently pulling his cock to thoughts of them making out, touching each other…
His mind became a jumbled, chaotic blur of memory melding with imagination. Billy rescuing him from prison, Billy blowing him in the showers after a mission, Billy hugging him after being reunited from the Civil War, Billy riding him while Altman watches saying “Don’t stop on my account,” Billy yelling at him for fighting with Eli again, Billy holding him close after a quickie in the ally, Billy smiling like he was so happy to see him.
With his free hand, Tommy reaches up and strokes his cheek where Billy had hours before patched him up. His own fingers…
They were-
“Tommy, oh Tommy!”
-just-
“Mmmm, please.”
-like-
“Yesss, Tommy more!”
-his.
“I love you. I l-love you. I love you. I-“
“Billy,” Timmy whined, choking on a half broken noise in the back of his throat as his body stilled, then jerked into his hand in a few final thrusts, head falling back onto the bed in satisfaction.
“Tommy?”
His eyes snapped open immediately, but he didn’t dare move.
Shit.
“Tommy,” Billy asked again, voice hoarse from sleep, a yawn extending the “o” in his name. “You ok?”
Tommy breathed deeply, suddenly feeling all too aware of the wet, uncomfortable mess under his pajama bottoms. He shook his head.
“It’s fine, Kaplan… Just a nightmare.”
“Oh…” Billy yawned again. Tommy watched out of the corner of his eye as the witch adjusted himself into a comfortable position, murmuring, “Sleep well.”
He waited another ten minutes, until he knew for sure Billy was out cold. With a slight grimace, Tommy removed his hand from his soiled boxers and reached for the tissue box on the night stand.
He couldn't quite bring himself to regret it yet. But he would tomorrow, definitely. He probably wouldn’t be able to look anyone in the eye until super, but no one would ever guess it was out of guilt. Teddy will probably nudge Billy, ask what Tommy’s deal was. Billy would most likely shrug and roll his eyes saying, “I’m still breathing, that’s got to be part of it.”
In the mean time, Tommy finished wiping his hand, tossed the tissues away in the tash bin and fell asleep face-down on the mattress.
His dreams that night were restless and haunted by the memory of Billy’s smiles and the knowledge that he’d done absolutely nothing to deserve them.