Fic: Just You and Me, Tom/Bill, PG-13, 1/1
Title: Just You And Me
Author: ???
Pairing(s): Tom/Bill
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Nothing except the plot is mine.
Warnings: Drug Use, Violence
Summary: Bill and Tom were just strangers to each another until they were thrown together for an adventure that would more or less change both of their lives.
We meet somewhere
One night to share
Recipient: Ashespashes784
Author's notes: Beta by Sandra, thank you! :)
Chapter 1
Bill blew smoke into the cold early December air as he leaned against an old brick wall. It was already late and Bill was looking forward to getting home. He was tired from working all day, his legs sore and back aching. It really wasn't easy to work all day at a busy restaurant, but no matter how much Bill hated it, he knew he needed the money.
After throwing the cigarette butt on the ground, he stepped on it quickly, before walking back inside. He had 30 more minutes left to work. It was just cleaning up though, the restaurant had closed a good fifteen minutes ago. And as much as Bill hated the nightly clean-up, he was more than excited to get this over with and go home.
“Are you gonna do the floors?” one of Bill's co-workers asked him and Bill nodded at the guy with a soft smile on his lips. He had never bothered to get to know the workers there, but he did know them all by their faces. This guy, he could remember very well, was one of the nicer ones.
“Yeah, the back room, too,” Bill acknowledged before picking up the mop and getting to work. Mopping the floors and organizing the back room were some of those things that didn't need much working on, but killed time efficiently so before Bill had even had time to whine at his back ache again, the thirty minutes were up and he was done with the work.
“Finally,” he muttered to himself after he was finally let off work by his boss. Bill made his way towards the staff room to change his work attire to his everyday outfit with a smile adorning his features. Being dismissed from work was something that never failed to make his mood better.
After getting his clothes changed, he made his way back out from the back door. This spot, the back of the restaurant on an empty street was a place Bill had really gotten attached to. He came out there to smoke whenever he had a break and the spot calmed him. It was always very quiet there and Bill loved quiet.
Overall, Bill was more like a lonely soul. Not that he minded, he loved being alone, being on his own. He loved spending time on his own, or with himself, as he often expressed it. Bill didn't have many friends, his family was also fairly small and very often he just didn't like people. He would much rather spend time alone, or in the company of animals, than people. Many people looked at Bill as a weirdo because of it, but Bill didn't mind. He was happy as he was.
So with a smile still painted on his lips, he fished a pack of cigarettes out from his bag. He lit up one of the cigarettes as he leaned against the brick wall for about the fifth time that day, enjoying the light breeze of the cold autumn air as he inhaled the toxins. He felt his eyelids dropping shut as he stood there, enjoying the calm environment.
Suddenly a loud shriek brought him out of his daydreams. With a frown, Bill opened his eyes, looking around. He couldn't see anyone there and for a moment he wondered if he had imagined the weird sound, but soon he heard more voices and by the sound of it, they were coming closer to him.
“Come on, you know I will get caught!” Bill heard a yell from behind the corner of the building and he froze, sensing whoever it was there must have been very close to him. He contemplated on hiding, but then realized he had nowhere to hide.
“I really don't care anymore, Tom, you either get this job done, or in 24 hours, I won't hesitate letting this precious bullet rest right inside your fucking heart," a cold voice spoke then and Bill's eyes widened. Was this what he thought it was? Someone was going to be killed a night from then?
Feeling the blood in his veins rush, Bill swallowed. Feeling somehow braver than he'd normally feel, Bill carefully took a step closer towards the end of the brick wall to peek behind it. He just wanted to make sure he'd heard wrong, really. Or at least so he told himself as he took in a deep breath and peeked out.
What went out behind the corner of the building made Bill's heart want to stop and he wasn't sure if he should've turned around right then and run.
A tall white cornrowed man was lying on the cold wet concrete pavement as another, much darker man held him down with his foot pressed against his ribs. The dark man also held out a gun that was pointed right at his chest and Bill felt his blood run cold. Not even noticing his fingers had gone numb from both the cold and the shock, he accidentally dropped his cigarette from between his fingers with a gasp.
“Fuck,” he mumbled to himself as he looked down at the cigarette, stepping on it then to make sure it went out. When he looked up again, he gasped, his eyes meeting with the dark pair of eyes that seemed to burn in the dim light of the street lighting.
“Well, well, well, what have we got there,” the dark man pulled his foot from the other man's stomach but the gun kept pointing at his chest, “people spying on us,” he sneered and Bill felt his body freeze over again. He knew now was the time to run, but he felt like he was being hypnotized, his body not seeming to be able to move as the dark man stared him down.
Bill knew his life was most likely on the line now. This man, whoever he was, seemed to be more dangerous than anyone else Bill had ever met in his life. He had a gun, a real gun - something Bill had actually never seen in his life and this must have meant he really was in deep shit.
The dark man grinned at Bill and he noticed his foot going back on top of the poor man on the ground, but Bill gulped as he realized the gun had gone up, now pointing at him instead. “Fuck,” he mumbled to himself, feeling his heart speeding up inside his ribcage. He really was in trouble.
“You, come here!” The man yelled at Bill and although Bill knew it was totally the wrong decision, he stepped forward. His knees were trembling and he had to gulp a few times to at least try to look sane. His nerves were almost failing him though.
“Come on, Bu, stop it,” the man on the ground groaned and Bill bit his lip as he looked down at him on the dirty pavement, “you don't have to threaten every random fucking guy, for fuck's sake!” He sneered and in result groaned as the foot on his ribs pressed down hard.
“Shut up, Tom,” the darker man, Bu, spat sparing a look down at Tom, before he looked at Bill again, smiling, “this guy -” Bu pointed on Bill, “no offence really, but I don't even care who you are - is going to be your save, Tom. I'm giving you both 24 hours to get this job done and if you fail,” his smile turned into a really twisted grin that made Bill want to puke, “Tom here,” Bu pointed down at Tom, “is going to die and this will stay on your conscience if you decide you won't help him,” Bu finished with a brilliant grin on his lips and for a moment Bill wasn't sure what he was supposed to think.
“Deal?” Bu asked then, looking into Bill's eyes as he lowered the gun, finally making it easier for Bill to breathe. Trying to straighten up, he buffed his chest slightly and tried to calm his face as he stared Bu down.
“Yes,” he answered finally, still a bit unsure if this was a good idea, but he guessed there was no backing down now. No matter how much he loathed people, he was not going to take responsibility for someone's death if he could help it.
“Perfect,” the wide grin of Bu once again crept Bill out a little, but he didn't have to look at it for a long time, as Bu soon turned around, facing Tom on the ground, “you need to thank the angels I'm in a good mood today and gave you the chance to have help with this shit. Fuck it up and this poor guy will have nightmares of your death his whole life,” he spat down next to Tom's head and then pulled his foot away.
Without another word, the man hid his gun under his shirt between the hem of his pants and turned around, marching away. Bill was left staring at his back as his brain tried to analyze everything that had just happened. He wasn't really sure he was able to come up with any smart solution to this. After all, he still didn't know what this “job” was that Tom was supposed to do.
“I'm sorry, I- ugh,” the man on the ground coughed then, bringing Bill out of his thoughts and he sighed, looking over Tom and feeling horrible for the man's poor state. He lowered down on his knees and bit his lip as he looked him in the eyes.
“It's okay, I guess,” he smiled softly, letting his fingers softly press to Tom's stomach, “are you hurt badly?” Bill asked then and Tom just groaned, nodding.
"I might be imagining the pain, but I'm still pretty sure I've got a broken rib, fuck," Tom whined before attempting to get up. Bill helped him and after a few failed attempts Tom was back on his feet.
"I, so, uh," Bill licked his lips absentmindedly, "what is it you have to do and how I am I supposed to help?" he offered the man he'd just met a soft smile as he waited a reply. He hoped whatever it was, it wasn't too dirty because Bill wasn't sure he'd be able to do just everything.
"It's, ugh," Tom groaned again as he tried to walk but his feet didn't seem to carry him well enough, "it's drug dealing," he whispered then, looking down, "I'm really sorry you got dragged into this shit, you really don't have to help..."
"I really want to," Bill said then, "this guy, Bu, he seemed really dangerous. I wouldn't want him to kill you because you had no help..." he trailed off, offering Tom another smile as he held his hand around the other man's waist to make sure he wouldn't fall over.
"Are you sure?" Tom asked him as they slowly started walking away, "This shit is really dangerous, we could potentially get caught and well, yeah," Tom sighed looking at Bill as he chewed on his lip ring. Bill only then noticed the man had a lip ring. Sexy.
"Yes, I want to help," Bill insisted, "now, tell me where to take you and how we're going to do this, because we only have 24 hours," he smiled contently and that also triggered a smile forming on Tom's lips as well.
"Alright, let's uh, let's go crash somewhere. I really need to close my eyes for a few hours before I can do anything at all," Tom murmured then, holding his hand out to put it around Bill and despite everything, Bill felt like this hand really fit there. So he almost didn't even mind taking a complete stranger into his home to let him sleep, before they would do something unbelievably illegal.
Bill almost didn't mind.
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Bill opened his eyes and sighed to himself. He felt like something was off... Very off. Then he heard a loud groan coming from the living room and suddenly he remembered what he had done the night before.
"Oh, fuck," he muttered, "what did I agree to last night?"
Memories of the cornrowed man that he had saved last night came back to him and now that he didn't have his life on the line anymore, he really regretted his heroism. Who was he to help this guy? If he was in trouble with some sort of mafia, then it must have been his own fault.
Pursing his lips into a thin line, Bill silently pushed the blankets off him and crawled out of bed. He didn't even want to know what Tom had been up to in the living room, but he felt a little bit responsible anyway. He pushed this bedroom door open and peeked out into the living room only to see Tom fully clothed and currently putting the bed sheets Bill had given him last night away into a pile. That triggered a smile on Bill's face.
"Good morning," Bill whispered, leaning against the doorframe as he watched Tom work. The other man turned around then, giving Bill a smile as well.
"Hey, sorry if I woke you up," he mumbled softly, "I didn't mean to be loud enough to wake you..." Tom grinned awkwardly while scratching his neck as he bit his lip, obviously not sure what to say.
"Well," Bill started, licking his dry lips as he stepped further into the living room, "It's already pretty late now and we have some... things to do I guess?" he laughed soundlessly as his face turned into a slight grimace. It wasn't as if Bill were looking forward to what they were going to have to do.
"I, well about that..." Tom trailed off, sitting down on the sofa. "I think I'm just going to leave now and deal with my shit on my own. It was really nice of you to, you know, try to help me, but this is my mess and I'm going to have to fix it," the cornrowed boy sighed and Bill frowned at him.
"But I already agreed to help you, Tom," Bill said, stepping closer to Tom, "I said I would help you, so I will. I would feel horrible if, if, I mean..." Bill sighed loudly before sitting down next to Tom, "If something happened to you, I don't know if I could really live knowing I could've prevented it from happening, you know?" he looked at Tom and their eyes met as the other man looked right back at him.
"Yes, but..." Tom broke their eye contact, looking down at his feet, "I don't think it would also be fair if something happened to you, simply because you were trying to be a hero here." Tom explained, huffing to himself as he stared at his toes. Bill pursed his lips at the other man.
"First of all, if anyone's trying to be a hero here, it's you," Bill began, raising his pierced eyebrow after Tom raised his gaze at him, "you're trying to show how you can do everything on your own but well, let's be honest here. We were both there yesterday and I really don't see how you would've controlled the situation. You were losing to this other guy and now I'm here to help you win. Quite frankly, I'm not even asking about your business, why you're involved, whatever. I just want to help another person out. Is that really too much for you and you'd rather die tonight?" Bill asked then out cold and he could see Tom gulping at that.
"I, I-" he stuttered, "I'm afraid of death, I don't want to die..." Tom mumbled then, looking down again as he sighed. "Okay, you win. I'll let you help me, but you need to promise me that if anything goes wrong, you'll run, okay?" He looked back up at Bill's face with hopeful eyes and Bill suddenly felt how young Tom really was, despite his looks.
"Okay, Tom, deal," Bill smiled then, getting up from the couch with a soft sigh. He then offered Tom his hand and helped the other man up as well. "Now, I guess it's time you really explain me how this whole business works and what we have to do. We don't have all day here." The tall man stated with a smile still on his lips and he was almost surprised to see an identical smile come over Tom's lips as well.
"Okay, let's do it."
Chapter 2
"Okay, so let me get this straight," Bill frowned, "we basically just need to transport these small, tiny packages of drugs into those 2 psych wards? And that's it?" Tom kept staring at him like he was crazy and Bill couldn't help but laugh. "Seriously, Tom, what's so hard about that?" shaking his head, Bill poured out the coffee that has just finished out into two mugs.
"I don't think you get it..." Tom mumbled from next to him, taking one of the mugs from Bill and sipping the coffee, "it's almost impossible to get into there and when we do get inside, we have to deliver everything," Tom sighed then, sitting down by the kitchen table.
"Yeah but, why won't we meet those people outside then?" he shook his head, sitting down next to the other boy. "Why must it be so... complicated?"
"Because those are mental institutions, Bill, no one is let out!" Tom huffed like a kid and Bill laughed at him. He was really starting to like this guy.
"Yeah, okay, well, then we go inside and deliver and... done?" Bill smiled softly at the irritated cornrowed man and the other man sighed.
"Well, there are many guards who make sure no drugs are brought in. It's too easy to get caught," he explained as Bill stared at him. With a sigh Tom then confessed, "I've gotten caught a few times, that's mostly why I'm so afraid of going back there now. I'm already afraid they'll recognize me..." he trailed off then, looking back at Bill who was lost in his thoughts.
"Okay, but..." Bill licked his lips as he let Tom's soft features sink in, "Tom, can I ask you a personal question?" he asked then and Tom's eyes widened a little before he nodded with a soft smile.
"Yeah, sure..." he mumbled, turning back to his cup of coffee.
"How old are you?" Bill asked then and Tom almost spit some his coffee out. Bill chucked at the way Tom was suddenly acting.
"I'm, well, how old do you think I am?" Tom grinned then, biting his lips as he stared back at Bill questionably. Bill didn't hesitate grinning back.
"I really have no idea. Last night I thought you were definitely older than me, but now... now it almost feels like you're about 18 or so," Bill laughed and he could swear Tom was blushing a little bit.
"Oh, well, um," Tom gulped and Bill bit his lip. He was really wondering how old this bad drug dealer that was currently drinking coffee in his kitchen was. "I'm 19, and you?" Tom answered finally, lowering his head as he stared at his coffee.
"Really?" Bill's eyebrows shot up by the statement, "you're only 19? Wow, you have one hell of a job then for you age, I guess," Bill laughed, pursing his lips then, he sighed, "I'm 22."
"Yeah, I know, I just, I got dragged into this because of all the money and now... now I'm all messed up, ugh." Tom moaned, massaging his temples as he kept staring down at his coffee, "I'm really sorry for dragging you into this as well..." Tom whispered then, finally looking up at Bill again. He looked devastated and Bill offered him a soft smile.
"It's okay," Bill said then, turning away from Tom and reaching for a pack of cereal, "let's just eat breakfast now and then we'll go and deliver those damn drugs, okay?" the older man offered then and Tom nodded, finally smiling a little.
They ate in silence, quietly enjoying the friendly environment, knowing it could turn very unfriendly later on. After finishing breakfast, Bill went to get dressed and Tom finished cleaning up his "bed" on the couch. Half an hour later they were on their way out.
"So, where do we go first?" Bill asked as they silently walked side by side. Tom shrugged.
"I guess it doesn't matter, we need to go to two places and well, there is no deadline for any of them, so whichever is closest, I guess," Tom spoke and Bill nodded.
"Alright, so, you lead the way," he smiled at Tom who nodded back at him. "But you, you have everything with you, or we need to go pick something up from somewhere as well?" Bill asked then after a while.
"No, I've got everything," Tom grinned, patting his jacket pocket, "I've had all of the drugs with me for a few days now... I was actually supposed to deliver them 2 days ago, but I-, well, I kind of got scared I guess. I've gotten caught a few times and I know that one more time and I'll end in jail for real." Tom frowned and Bill smiled sadly at the younger boy.
"Yeah I guess it would suck, indeed... But, aren't you afraid of getting caught just by carrying them?" Bill raised an eyebrow at Tom and the younger sighed.
"Well yeah, I'm pretty damn terrified but since I signed up for this work, I guess I have no other way, right?" he laughed bitterly making Bill bite his lip as he thought about the situation.
"Actually, I could have them with me, I guess," the older man offered then and Tom suddenly stopped, staring at Bill blankly.
"Really?" he asked, surprised and Bill smiled, nodding at him, "you know that you could get caught, right? And then you'd have pretty much no way out of this, no explaining really helps. You'd have to tell them who gave-" Bill cut Tom off.
"Calm down, Tom, nothing will happen. I won't get caught and if I will then this also won't be the end of me, so stop worrying." Bill laughed and Tom bit his lip as he stared back at Bill with a confused look on his face.
"So you're... sure?" Tom asked once more and as Bill nodded at him again, he had no way other than sighing and looking for the small plastic packets from his jacket pocket, "just make sure you hide them somewhere, please..." Tom whispered as he handed the drugs to Bill and then turned around, as he looked around them, making sure no one had seen.
"Don't worry, Tom, really, I've got it," Bill grinned, and Tom gulped, frowning as he stared at Bill sticking the packets into the small pocket of his leather jacket. "Alright, done." he said then and Tom nodded grumpily before he slowly turned and began walking away. They had lots of work to do, he supposed.
After a while they arrived in front of a baby pink building, a big sign spelling 'Psychology Clinic' on top of it. Bill smiled, "so, that's where we need to go inside?" he asked as he faced Tom and the younger man nodded.
"Yup, and I have no idea how we can get inside at all, they ask us who we want to see and I don't even know who I have to deliver the drugs, all I know is where to put them," Tom sighed, looking down at his feet. "This is really fucked up..."
"Neh," Bill smiled, "it's not that bad," Bill exclaimed then, taking hold of Tom's hand suddenly, making the younger man blush as he stared up at Bill questionably, "to go inside of a loony bin you need to look a bit crazy, too." Bill explained, "then no one is going to question you."
"Uhm, okay, if you say so, I guess..." Tom gulped then and they slowly made their way up the stairs towards the big glass door. Bill opened it without letting go of Tom's hand and they walked inside.
"Hello, can I help you?" asked a lady in the reception the moment they walked in. Bill smiled softly at the woman.
"Yeah, we came to see Maria, do you know where we could find her?" the black haired man asked nicely.
"Which Maria?" the receptionist asked then, furrowing her brows for a moment, before her face suddenly lightened up again, "Ohh, Maria White, yes?" She asked then and Bill nodded, "yeah, poor girl, she's in section 2, tell the nurses there you're here to see her, but... don't expect her to say much, she has been through a lot..." the woman shook her head sadly and Bill smiled wide.
"No problem, miss, thank you!" Bill thanked the woman hurriedly, before he started pulling Tom to him, off towards the section two.
"Maria? Who's that?" Tom asked him with wide eyes after the receptionist was far enough to not hear them, "how did you know there would be a Maria here?"
"Well, there's at least one Maria everywhere, we were just lucky that we seemed to get some really messed up girl, or at least that's what I hope from what the woman said," Bill laughed, looking at Tom as the younger man chewed on his lip. "What are you so worried about, Tom? We'll just go in there and hide those drugs where we had to. It was section 2 as well, right?"
"Yes it was," Tom mumbled then as they continued their way. Soon they were met with another big class door, another woman sitting in front of it. She seemed to be in her late fifties with gray hair but kind face. They greeted her with a smile.
"Hey there, are you here to see somebody?" She asked and both boys nodded.
"Yes, we came to see Maria White. I hope she can... see us?" Bill smiled at the woman and the older woman smiled back at them, pushing a button on the computer in front of her.
"Sure, just go inside and ask for room 15," she told them then, "have a pleasant stay!" the woman said at last and the boys entered the door as the light on top of it turned green.
What followed next was easier than neither of the boys had expected. Maria was asleep so they didn't have to bother the poor girl and instead went into the bathroom in the end of a white hallway that Tom said he had to hide the drugs to. It barely took them five minutes and before they even noticed, they were outside again, on their way to the second institution.
"Half of what you had to do is done, Tom," Bill smiled as they walked, still hand in hand, "and it wasn't so hard at all now, was it?" Bill grinned at the younger boy and Tom blushed as Bill's hand suddenly gripped his a little bit tighter.
"Hey, why are you still holding my hand?" Tom suddenly asked, the faint blush still visible on his cheeks.
"I don't know, it's cold outside, it's December after all, and your hand is warm..." Bill laughed and felt Tom squeeze his hand back.
"Then you should wear gloves, your other hand must be freezing!" Tom laughed then as well and they continued the walk in silence. It was a comfortable silence and both men really enjoyed it. The wind was blowing around them but the streets were fairly empty and both men felt something inside of them, telling them to enjoy the moment.
It took them about fifteen minutes to arrive at the second place and they entered the clinic the same way they had entered the other one just barely an hour ago.
"Hello!" a woman in the reception greeted them again and both men smiled at her. "Can I help you?" she asked.
"Hey," Bill started, "We came here to see Maria," Bill smiled softly and the reception lady smiled.
"I don't really know any of the patients here, so you need to tell me which department Maria's staying in for me to let you see her," she explained.
"Oh yeah, sure, she should be in... department six?" Bill smiled tightly as they waited while the receptionist clicked something in her computer.
"Okay, so Maria Langer?" The receptionist asked and Bill nodded, relieved, "okay, she's in room 4 and you can enter department six with this code," she handed Bill a piece of paper, "the code will expire in 3 hours, you can also leave with the same code so make sure you don't stay longer than 3 hours, otherwise you're going to have to call me," she explained and Bill nodded at her.
"Yes, sure, thanks!" Tom said then and both boys hurried off.
"The system here is weird, why would I use this code? I could get any patient out for here with this," Bill laughed and Tom smirked, agreeing with Bill.
"That's true. I hope everything will go smoothly then," Tom said, as the neared to electrical door. Bill typed the code into the small black touch screen and the door clicked open. Bill smiled as he pocketed the code.
"So, where do we have to go this time?" Bill asked.
"Oh, also the bathroom," Tom explained as he walked around the empty hallway, looking for a bathroom. He soon spotted it and grabbed Bill's hand again, pulling him towards it.
"Hey, you!" the boys suddenly heard from behind them and Tom jumped at the familiar voice, "I know you, you're this damn drug dealer! Are you bringing drugs inside here?" the man from behind them yelled and Tom gasped, squeezing Bill's hand as he stood there, motionless.
"Excuse me?" Bill asked the man then, noticing Tom's fear, "I'm not sure who you are, but I'm here to see my sick grandma," he said innocently, puling Tom toward the bathroom slowly. "And I'd really like to visit the bathroom right now, so if you'd excuse us, we would go there," the other man opened his mouth to say something but Bill beat him to it, quickly opening the bathroom door, pulling Tom inside with him.
"Who was that?" Bill exclaimed as soon as they entered, pressing the door close behind them, locking it, "Tom? Who was this?" he asked again.
"He, I, he's a, a..." Tom stuttered, "he's a cop!" he whispered then, shaking as he stared at the wall, "he's a cop and we will get caught, we will, oh my God, we're going to-" Tom's voice rose with every word so Bill gripped his shoulders, pulling the younger man closer to him harshly.
"Come on, Tom, don't panic!" Bill hissed as quietly as possible, "I'm finally starting to understand why Bu would want to get rid of you now, you are impossible to work with!"
"I don't wanna go to jail, please, I don't want to," Tom was shaking his head as he whispered quietly and Bill sighed, rubbing his temples.
"Tom, you're not going to jail, okay? I had the drugs, if we'd gotten caught then I would've gone to jail. All to save your fucking ass!" Bill groaned, turning to Tom. "Look at me, Tom,"
The shaking teenager's lip was shaking as he stared into Bill's eyes. His eyes were big, frightened and no matter how much Bill wanted to be mad at him, he couldn't.
"You need to calm down, Tom, look at me," he said again and Tom nodded, but his shaking wouldn't stop anyway, "if you want to get out of here, you need to calm down," Bill sighed and nodded again.
"I know, I just, it's, I mean-" Tom gulped, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, "I can't calm down," he whispered at last and Bill nodded at him.
"Alright, keep your eyes closed, don't open them. Now, think about something good, something beautiful and... try to let go," Bill whispered then, inching closer to the younger boy, "try to..." he whispered at last, his face millimeters from Tom's and Tom only kept nodding.
Bill smiled as he then closed his own eyes, closing the gap between them and pressing his lips to Tom's. He felt Tom freeze for a moment, but then he noticed the younger boy was slowly stating to let go as he began kissing him back. Their lips were moving in perfect sync, slowly but surely against each other, until Bill opened his mouth. He tried to be slow as he began licking Tom's lower lip with his tongue and he smiled as he heard a low moan from the cornrowed man.
"Bill..." Tom muttered against his lips before he, too, opened his mouth, letting his tongue out to play with Bill's. Both men moaned quietly as their tongues met. Tom let his hands rest on Bill's lower back then, trying to pull Bill closer to his body.
The kiss didn't last for long, just about a minute or two, but when they broke apart, Tom was no longer shaking. Bill smirked.
"So did I calm you down?" the older man asked and Tom nodded with a blush slowly creeping up to his cheeks.
"Yeah you did," he bit his lip, looking down, "We should hide the drugs and then leave," Tom took in a deep breath then and Bill nodded, pulling the second pack of drugs out from his pocket. He handed it to Tom and the younger man sighed, going further into the room and hiding it behind a loose floorboard, "okay, I'm done," he whispered then and Bill nodded.
He took Tom's hand and stared into his eyes for a moment, leaving a haste kiss on his lips, before turning around and opening the lock of the door.
"Alright, let's go," Bill whispered and quietly pushed the door open.
"What took you so long? Flushing down the drugs?" the man from earlier was still standing there, this time 2 more policemen behind him. Both boys gulped at the sight.
"I'm sorry, but, what drugs?" Bill asked, feigning innocence as he stared at the policemen, but truth be told, now he was also starting to get nervous.
"Search the bathroom," the policeman simply said and two officers flew past them, right into the bathroom, "they have necessary equipment with them to find traces of any drug you could have flushed down," he pointed out and Bill laughed nervously.
"We didn't flush any drugs down there," he said but the cop didn't look convinced.
"Whatever, you're going to wait here now until those two officers return," he explained shortly and Bill sighed, turning to Tom. He hoped the younger boy wouldn't start panicking again and to his pleasant surprise, he only saw a smile on Tom's lips.
"We didn't do anything," Tom whispered to the older man and Bill smiled back at him.
"Of course we didn't," he whispered back. Smiling, Bill then pulled Tom towards the chairs by the wall nearby, "I hope we don't have to wait for long," he said loud enough for the officer to hear and the man grumbled, keeping an eye on them as they sat there in silence.
Minutes passed and finally the two officers emerged. Bill and Tom immediately got up then, stating at them suspiciously, "can we go now?" Bill asked hopefully.
"I-" one of the officers began, pursing his lips, "I think you should really let them go, Robert, we didn't find any traces of any drugs," the officer looked a little apologetic as Robert's face clouded over.
"Nothing?" he asked angrily and both Bill and Tom smiled as the man turned to them, "fine, you can leave, but remember, I'll be looking out for you, Tommy boy!" Robert said and Tom bit his lip, staying quiet as Bill's hand squeezed his hand, pulling him towards the door.
"Come on, Tom, let's get out of here," Bill whispered as he once again typed in the code and the door soon clicked open, letting both men out. Five minutes later they were back on the street and Tom almost squealed, pulling Bill into a hug.
"Thank God, Bill, thank you so much!" Tom whispered as he pressed their lips together again. It felt perfect. It felt like heaven. They were finally out of there, everything was delivered and while they had gotten caught in a way, everything had worked out fine and their lips were once again together. It felt like home.
"I wish I could stay here with you like this forever," the younger man smiled sadly after pulling away a few minutes later and Bill frowned.
"But you can, Tom..." The older man mumbled, pressing their lips together more firmly, trying to kiss Tom, but the younger man was adamant in pulling away.
"No, Bill I don't think I can... I need to go back to Bushido..." Tom gulped as he stared into Bill's eyes sadly. Bill however only smiled.
"Then I'm coming with you. I'm going to tell him he needs to let you go," Bill smiled soothingly but Tom shook his head.
"Yeah, but then what? Where would I go? I have no parents, I have nobody, I only have him and this damn business I can't deal with," Tom moaned.
"Then you're coming with me, and that's final, Tom. You deserve better than this stupid guy who threatens to kill you and then still gets to keep you? No way!" Bill exclaimed, threading his fingers with Tom's.
"Are you sure you want me to stay with you, we only met yesterday..." Tom sighed but Bill wouldn't let him pull away again so he pressed their lips together once again.
"Yes, I'm sure."
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"Wow, you really got this thing done?" Bushido asked, smiling wide as he shook his head, "And this guy here helped you, right? I mean, he had to, you wouldn't have made it alone!" The big man laughed and Bill frowned at him. "You must be good, what do you think about joinin-" his monologue was cut short as Bill laughed at him loudly.
"No fucking way am I joining whatever it is you're doing. I'm not going to tell anyone on you, don't worry about that, but me, and Tom are getting out of here now. And Tom is also not going to come back, he's not built for this job and while I might have done well today, neither am I." Bill nodded sternly as he watched Bu's face cloud over.
"Really? But I need men to do the work!" he exclaimed and Bill only laughed at him before taking Tom's hand and pulling the younger boy away slightly.
"Then put an ad in the local newspaper or something, we're out of here," Bill waved his hand unkindly, before turning around fully and opening the door to let them out, "come on Tom, let's get you home," the older man smiled softly as the door fell close behind them and the cornrowed boy mirrored the smile as they walked away on the sidewalk, hand in hand.
"Thank you so much for helping me today, it... you saved my life. I'm so sure I wouldn't have made it without you," Tom bit his lip as their faces got closer and Bill's smile grew as a faint red blush covered Tom's cheeks.
"You don't need to thank me, I simply did what felt right," he mumbled before their lips met and Tom wasn't sure what Bill meant with the last sentence. But he supposed it didn't matter. He was actually out of this business alive and there was now a soft pair of lips resting on his own that he really did not mind there...
Author: ???
Pairing(s): Tom/Bill
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Nothing except the plot is mine.
Warnings: Drug Use, Violence
Summary: Bill and Tom were just strangers to each another until they were thrown together for an adventure that would more or less change both of their lives.
We meet somewhere
One night to share
Recipient: Ashespashes784
Author's notes: Beta by Sandra, thank you! :)
Chapter 1
Bill blew smoke into the cold early December air as he leaned against an old brick wall. It was already late and Bill was looking forward to getting home. He was tired from working all day, his legs sore and back aching. It really wasn't easy to work all day at a busy restaurant, but no matter how much Bill hated it, he knew he needed the money.
After throwing the cigarette butt on the ground, he stepped on it quickly, before walking back inside. He had 30 more minutes left to work. It was just cleaning up though, the restaurant had closed a good fifteen minutes ago. And as much as Bill hated the nightly clean-up, he was more than excited to get this over with and go home.
“Are you gonna do the floors?” one of Bill's co-workers asked him and Bill nodded at the guy with a soft smile on his lips. He had never bothered to get to know the workers there, but he did know them all by their faces. This guy, he could remember very well, was one of the nicer ones.
“Yeah, the back room, too,” Bill acknowledged before picking up the mop and getting to work. Mopping the floors and organizing the back room were some of those things that didn't need much working on, but killed time efficiently so before Bill had even had time to whine at his back ache again, the thirty minutes were up and he was done with the work.
“Finally,” he muttered to himself after he was finally let off work by his boss. Bill made his way towards the staff room to change his work attire to his everyday outfit with a smile adorning his features. Being dismissed from work was something that never failed to make his mood better.
After getting his clothes changed, he made his way back out from the back door. This spot, the back of the restaurant on an empty street was a place Bill had really gotten attached to. He came out there to smoke whenever he had a break and the spot calmed him. It was always very quiet there and Bill loved quiet.
Overall, Bill was more like a lonely soul. Not that he minded, he loved being alone, being on his own. He loved spending time on his own, or with himself, as he often expressed it. Bill didn't have many friends, his family was also fairly small and very often he just didn't like people. He would much rather spend time alone, or in the company of animals, than people. Many people looked at Bill as a weirdo because of it, but Bill didn't mind. He was happy as he was.
So with a smile still painted on his lips, he fished a pack of cigarettes out from his bag. He lit up one of the cigarettes as he leaned against the brick wall for about the fifth time that day, enjoying the light breeze of the cold autumn air as he inhaled the toxins. He felt his eyelids dropping shut as he stood there, enjoying the calm environment.
Suddenly a loud shriek brought him out of his daydreams. With a frown, Bill opened his eyes, looking around. He couldn't see anyone there and for a moment he wondered if he had imagined the weird sound, but soon he heard more voices and by the sound of it, they were coming closer to him.
“Come on, you know I will get caught!” Bill heard a yell from behind the corner of the building and he froze, sensing whoever it was there must have been very close to him. He contemplated on hiding, but then realized he had nowhere to hide.
“I really don't care anymore, Tom, you either get this job done, or in 24 hours, I won't hesitate letting this precious bullet rest right inside your fucking heart," a cold voice spoke then and Bill's eyes widened. Was this what he thought it was? Someone was going to be killed a night from then?
Feeling the blood in his veins rush, Bill swallowed. Feeling somehow braver than he'd normally feel, Bill carefully took a step closer towards the end of the brick wall to peek behind it. He just wanted to make sure he'd heard wrong, really. Or at least so he told himself as he took in a deep breath and peeked out.
What went out behind the corner of the building made Bill's heart want to stop and he wasn't sure if he should've turned around right then and run.
A tall white cornrowed man was lying on the cold wet concrete pavement as another, much darker man held him down with his foot pressed against his ribs. The dark man also held out a gun that was pointed right at his chest and Bill felt his blood run cold. Not even noticing his fingers had gone numb from both the cold and the shock, he accidentally dropped his cigarette from between his fingers with a gasp.
“Fuck,” he mumbled to himself as he looked down at the cigarette, stepping on it then to make sure it went out. When he looked up again, he gasped, his eyes meeting with the dark pair of eyes that seemed to burn in the dim light of the street lighting.
“Well, well, well, what have we got there,” the dark man pulled his foot from the other man's stomach but the gun kept pointing at his chest, “people spying on us,” he sneered and Bill felt his body freeze over again. He knew now was the time to run, but he felt like he was being hypnotized, his body not seeming to be able to move as the dark man stared him down.
Bill knew his life was most likely on the line now. This man, whoever he was, seemed to be more dangerous than anyone else Bill had ever met in his life. He had a gun, a real gun - something Bill had actually never seen in his life and this must have meant he really was in deep shit.
The dark man grinned at Bill and he noticed his foot going back on top of the poor man on the ground, but Bill gulped as he realized the gun had gone up, now pointing at him instead. “Fuck,” he mumbled to himself, feeling his heart speeding up inside his ribcage. He really was in trouble.
“You, come here!” The man yelled at Bill and although Bill knew it was totally the wrong decision, he stepped forward. His knees were trembling and he had to gulp a few times to at least try to look sane. His nerves were almost failing him though.
“Come on, Bu, stop it,” the man on the ground groaned and Bill bit his lip as he looked down at him on the dirty pavement, “you don't have to threaten every random fucking guy, for fuck's sake!” He sneered and in result groaned as the foot on his ribs pressed down hard.
“Shut up, Tom,” the darker man, Bu, spat sparing a look down at Tom, before he looked at Bill again, smiling, “this guy -” Bu pointed on Bill, “no offence really, but I don't even care who you are - is going to be your save, Tom. I'm giving you both 24 hours to get this job done and if you fail,” his smile turned into a really twisted grin that made Bill want to puke, “Tom here,” Bu pointed down at Tom, “is going to die and this will stay on your conscience if you decide you won't help him,” Bu finished with a brilliant grin on his lips and for a moment Bill wasn't sure what he was supposed to think.
“Deal?” Bu asked then, looking into Bill's eyes as he lowered the gun, finally making it easier for Bill to breathe. Trying to straighten up, he buffed his chest slightly and tried to calm his face as he stared Bu down.
“Yes,” he answered finally, still a bit unsure if this was a good idea, but he guessed there was no backing down now. No matter how much he loathed people, he was not going to take responsibility for someone's death if he could help it.
“Perfect,” the wide grin of Bu once again crept Bill out a little, but he didn't have to look at it for a long time, as Bu soon turned around, facing Tom on the ground, “you need to thank the angels I'm in a good mood today and gave you the chance to have help with this shit. Fuck it up and this poor guy will have nightmares of your death his whole life,” he spat down next to Tom's head and then pulled his foot away.
Without another word, the man hid his gun under his shirt between the hem of his pants and turned around, marching away. Bill was left staring at his back as his brain tried to analyze everything that had just happened. He wasn't really sure he was able to come up with any smart solution to this. After all, he still didn't know what this “job” was that Tom was supposed to do.
“I'm sorry, I- ugh,” the man on the ground coughed then, bringing Bill out of his thoughts and he sighed, looking over Tom and feeling horrible for the man's poor state. He lowered down on his knees and bit his lip as he looked him in the eyes.
“It's okay, I guess,” he smiled softly, letting his fingers softly press to Tom's stomach, “are you hurt badly?” Bill asked then and Tom just groaned, nodding.
"I might be imagining the pain, but I'm still pretty sure I've got a broken rib, fuck," Tom whined before attempting to get up. Bill helped him and after a few failed attempts Tom was back on his feet.
"I, so, uh," Bill licked his lips absentmindedly, "what is it you have to do and how I am I supposed to help?" he offered the man he'd just met a soft smile as he waited a reply. He hoped whatever it was, it wasn't too dirty because Bill wasn't sure he'd be able to do just everything.
"It's, ugh," Tom groaned again as he tried to walk but his feet didn't seem to carry him well enough, "it's drug dealing," he whispered then, looking down, "I'm really sorry you got dragged into this shit, you really don't have to help..."
"I really want to," Bill said then, "this guy, Bu, he seemed really dangerous. I wouldn't want him to kill you because you had no help..." he trailed off, offering Tom another smile as he held his hand around the other man's waist to make sure he wouldn't fall over.
"Are you sure?" Tom asked him as they slowly started walking away, "This shit is really dangerous, we could potentially get caught and well, yeah," Tom sighed looking at Bill as he chewed on his lip ring. Bill only then noticed the man had a lip ring. Sexy.
"Yes, I want to help," Bill insisted, "now, tell me where to take you and how we're going to do this, because we only have 24 hours," he smiled contently and that also triggered a smile forming on Tom's lips as well.
"Alright, let's uh, let's go crash somewhere. I really need to close my eyes for a few hours before I can do anything at all," Tom murmured then, holding his hand out to put it around Bill and despite everything, Bill felt like this hand really fit there. So he almost didn't even mind taking a complete stranger into his home to let him sleep, before they would do something unbelievably illegal.
Bill almost didn't mind.
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Bill opened his eyes and sighed to himself. He felt like something was off... Very off. Then he heard a loud groan coming from the living room and suddenly he remembered what he had done the night before.
"Oh, fuck," he muttered, "what did I agree to last night?"
Memories of the cornrowed man that he had saved last night came back to him and now that he didn't have his life on the line anymore, he really regretted his heroism. Who was he to help this guy? If he was in trouble with some sort of mafia, then it must have been his own fault.
Pursing his lips into a thin line, Bill silently pushed the blankets off him and crawled out of bed. He didn't even want to know what Tom had been up to in the living room, but he felt a little bit responsible anyway. He pushed this bedroom door open and peeked out into the living room only to see Tom fully clothed and currently putting the bed sheets Bill had given him last night away into a pile. That triggered a smile on Bill's face.
"Good morning," Bill whispered, leaning against the doorframe as he watched Tom work. The other man turned around then, giving Bill a smile as well.
"Hey, sorry if I woke you up," he mumbled softly, "I didn't mean to be loud enough to wake you..." Tom grinned awkwardly while scratching his neck as he bit his lip, obviously not sure what to say.
"Well," Bill started, licking his dry lips as he stepped further into the living room, "It's already pretty late now and we have some... things to do I guess?" he laughed soundlessly as his face turned into a slight grimace. It wasn't as if Bill were looking forward to what they were going to have to do.
"I, well about that..." Tom trailed off, sitting down on the sofa. "I think I'm just going to leave now and deal with my shit on my own. It was really nice of you to, you know, try to help me, but this is my mess and I'm going to have to fix it," the cornrowed boy sighed and Bill frowned at him.
"But I already agreed to help you, Tom," Bill said, stepping closer to Tom, "I said I would help you, so I will. I would feel horrible if, if, I mean..." Bill sighed loudly before sitting down next to Tom, "If something happened to you, I don't know if I could really live knowing I could've prevented it from happening, you know?" he looked at Tom and their eyes met as the other man looked right back at him.
"Yes, but..." Tom broke their eye contact, looking down at his feet, "I don't think it would also be fair if something happened to you, simply because you were trying to be a hero here." Tom explained, huffing to himself as he stared at his toes. Bill pursed his lips at the other man.
"First of all, if anyone's trying to be a hero here, it's you," Bill began, raising his pierced eyebrow after Tom raised his gaze at him, "you're trying to show how you can do everything on your own but well, let's be honest here. We were both there yesterday and I really don't see how you would've controlled the situation. You were losing to this other guy and now I'm here to help you win. Quite frankly, I'm not even asking about your business, why you're involved, whatever. I just want to help another person out. Is that really too much for you and you'd rather die tonight?" Bill asked then out cold and he could see Tom gulping at that.
"I, I-" he stuttered, "I'm afraid of death, I don't want to die..." Tom mumbled then, looking down again as he sighed. "Okay, you win. I'll let you help me, but you need to promise me that if anything goes wrong, you'll run, okay?" He looked back up at Bill's face with hopeful eyes and Bill suddenly felt how young Tom really was, despite his looks.
"Okay, Tom, deal," Bill smiled then, getting up from the couch with a soft sigh. He then offered Tom his hand and helped the other man up as well. "Now, I guess it's time you really explain me how this whole business works and what we have to do. We don't have all day here." The tall man stated with a smile still on his lips and he was almost surprised to see an identical smile come over Tom's lips as well.
"Okay, let's do it."
Chapter 2
"Okay, so let me get this straight," Bill frowned, "we basically just need to transport these small, tiny packages of drugs into those 2 psych wards? And that's it?" Tom kept staring at him like he was crazy and Bill couldn't help but laugh. "Seriously, Tom, what's so hard about that?" shaking his head, Bill poured out the coffee that has just finished out into two mugs.
"I don't think you get it..." Tom mumbled from next to him, taking one of the mugs from Bill and sipping the coffee, "it's almost impossible to get into there and when we do get inside, we have to deliver everything," Tom sighed then, sitting down by the kitchen table.
"Yeah but, why won't we meet those people outside then?" he shook his head, sitting down next to the other boy. "Why must it be so... complicated?"
"Because those are mental institutions, Bill, no one is let out!" Tom huffed like a kid and Bill laughed at him. He was really starting to like this guy.
"Yeah, okay, well, then we go inside and deliver and... done?" Bill smiled softly at the irritated cornrowed man and the other man sighed.
"Well, there are many guards who make sure no drugs are brought in. It's too easy to get caught," he explained as Bill stared at him. With a sigh Tom then confessed, "I've gotten caught a few times, that's mostly why I'm so afraid of going back there now. I'm already afraid they'll recognize me..." he trailed off then, looking back at Bill who was lost in his thoughts.
"Okay, but..." Bill licked his lips as he let Tom's soft features sink in, "Tom, can I ask you a personal question?" he asked then and Tom's eyes widened a little before he nodded with a soft smile.
"Yeah, sure..." he mumbled, turning back to his cup of coffee.
"How old are you?" Bill asked then and Tom almost spit some his coffee out. Bill chucked at the way Tom was suddenly acting.
"I'm, well, how old do you think I am?" Tom grinned then, biting his lips as he stared back at Bill questionably. Bill didn't hesitate grinning back.
"I really have no idea. Last night I thought you were definitely older than me, but now... now it almost feels like you're about 18 or so," Bill laughed and he could swear Tom was blushing a little bit.
"Oh, well, um," Tom gulped and Bill bit his lip. He was really wondering how old this bad drug dealer that was currently drinking coffee in his kitchen was. "I'm 19, and you?" Tom answered finally, lowering his head as he stared at his coffee.
"Really?" Bill's eyebrows shot up by the statement, "you're only 19? Wow, you have one hell of a job then for you age, I guess," Bill laughed, pursing his lips then, he sighed, "I'm 22."
"Yeah, I know, I just, I got dragged into this because of all the money and now... now I'm all messed up, ugh." Tom moaned, massaging his temples as he kept staring down at his coffee, "I'm really sorry for dragging you into this as well..." Tom whispered then, finally looking up at Bill again. He looked devastated and Bill offered him a soft smile.
"It's okay," Bill said then, turning away from Tom and reaching for a pack of cereal, "let's just eat breakfast now and then we'll go and deliver those damn drugs, okay?" the older man offered then and Tom nodded, finally smiling a little.
They ate in silence, quietly enjoying the friendly environment, knowing it could turn very unfriendly later on. After finishing breakfast, Bill went to get dressed and Tom finished cleaning up his "bed" on the couch. Half an hour later they were on their way out.
"So, where do we go first?" Bill asked as they silently walked side by side. Tom shrugged.
"I guess it doesn't matter, we need to go to two places and well, there is no deadline for any of them, so whichever is closest, I guess," Tom spoke and Bill nodded.
"Alright, so, you lead the way," he smiled at Tom who nodded back at him. "But you, you have everything with you, or we need to go pick something up from somewhere as well?" Bill asked then after a while.
"No, I've got everything," Tom grinned, patting his jacket pocket, "I've had all of the drugs with me for a few days now... I was actually supposed to deliver them 2 days ago, but I-, well, I kind of got scared I guess. I've gotten caught a few times and I know that one more time and I'll end in jail for real." Tom frowned and Bill smiled sadly at the younger boy.
"Yeah I guess it would suck, indeed... But, aren't you afraid of getting caught just by carrying them?" Bill raised an eyebrow at Tom and the younger sighed.
"Well yeah, I'm pretty damn terrified but since I signed up for this work, I guess I have no other way, right?" he laughed bitterly making Bill bite his lip as he thought about the situation.
"Actually, I could have them with me, I guess," the older man offered then and Tom suddenly stopped, staring at Bill blankly.
"Really?" he asked, surprised and Bill smiled, nodding at him, "you know that you could get caught, right? And then you'd have pretty much no way out of this, no explaining really helps. You'd have to tell them who gave-" Bill cut Tom off.
"Calm down, Tom, nothing will happen. I won't get caught and if I will then this also won't be the end of me, so stop worrying." Bill laughed and Tom bit his lip as he stared back at Bill with a confused look on his face.
"So you're... sure?" Tom asked once more and as Bill nodded at him again, he had no way other than sighing and looking for the small plastic packets from his jacket pocket, "just make sure you hide them somewhere, please..." Tom whispered as he handed the drugs to Bill and then turned around, as he looked around them, making sure no one had seen.
"Don't worry, Tom, really, I've got it," Bill grinned, and Tom gulped, frowning as he stared at Bill sticking the packets into the small pocket of his leather jacket. "Alright, done." he said then and Tom nodded grumpily before he slowly turned and began walking away. They had lots of work to do, he supposed.
After a while they arrived in front of a baby pink building, a big sign spelling 'Psychology Clinic' on top of it. Bill smiled, "so, that's where we need to go inside?" he asked as he faced Tom and the younger man nodded.
"Yup, and I have no idea how we can get inside at all, they ask us who we want to see and I don't even know who I have to deliver the drugs, all I know is where to put them," Tom sighed, looking down at his feet. "This is really fucked up..."
"Neh," Bill smiled, "it's not that bad," Bill exclaimed then, taking hold of Tom's hand suddenly, making the younger man blush as he stared up at Bill questionably, "to go inside of a loony bin you need to look a bit crazy, too." Bill explained, "then no one is going to question you."
"Uhm, okay, if you say so, I guess..." Tom gulped then and they slowly made their way up the stairs towards the big glass door. Bill opened it without letting go of Tom's hand and they walked inside.
"Hello, can I help you?" asked a lady in the reception the moment they walked in. Bill smiled softly at the woman.
"Yeah, we came to see Maria, do you know where we could find her?" the black haired man asked nicely.
"Which Maria?" the receptionist asked then, furrowing her brows for a moment, before her face suddenly lightened up again, "Ohh, Maria White, yes?" She asked then and Bill nodded, "yeah, poor girl, she's in section 2, tell the nurses there you're here to see her, but... don't expect her to say much, she has been through a lot..." the woman shook her head sadly and Bill smiled wide.
"No problem, miss, thank you!" Bill thanked the woman hurriedly, before he started pulling Tom to him, off towards the section two.
"Maria? Who's that?" Tom asked him with wide eyes after the receptionist was far enough to not hear them, "how did you know there would be a Maria here?"
"Well, there's at least one Maria everywhere, we were just lucky that we seemed to get some really messed up girl, or at least that's what I hope from what the woman said," Bill laughed, looking at Tom as the younger man chewed on his lip. "What are you so worried about, Tom? We'll just go in there and hide those drugs where we had to. It was section 2 as well, right?"
"Yes it was," Tom mumbled then as they continued their way. Soon they were met with another big class door, another woman sitting in front of it. She seemed to be in her late fifties with gray hair but kind face. They greeted her with a smile.
"Hey there, are you here to see somebody?" She asked and both boys nodded.
"Yes, we came to see Maria White. I hope she can... see us?" Bill smiled at the woman and the older woman smiled back at them, pushing a button on the computer in front of her.
"Sure, just go inside and ask for room 15," she told them then, "have a pleasant stay!" the woman said at last and the boys entered the door as the light on top of it turned green.
What followed next was easier than neither of the boys had expected. Maria was asleep so they didn't have to bother the poor girl and instead went into the bathroom in the end of a white hallway that Tom said he had to hide the drugs to. It barely took them five minutes and before they even noticed, they were outside again, on their way to the second institution.
"Half of what you had to do is done, Tom," Bill smiled as they walked, still hand in hand, "and it wasn't so hard at all now, was it?" Bill grinned at the younger boy and Tom blushed as Bill's hand suddenly gripped his a little bit tighter.
"Hey, why are you still holding my hand?" Tom suddenly asked, the faint blush still visible on his cheeks.
"I don't know, it's cold outside, it's December after all, and your hand is warm..." Bill laughed and felt Tom squeeze his hand back.
"Then you should wear gloves, your other hand must be freezing!" Tom laughed then as well and they continued the walk in silence. It was a comfortable silence and both men really enjoyed it. The wind was blowing around them but the streets were fairly empty and both men felt something inside of them, telling them to enjoy the moment.
It took them about fifteen minutes to arrive at the second place and they entered the clinic the same way they had entered the other one just barely an hour ago.
"Hello!" a woman in the reception greeted them again and both men smiled at her. "Can I help you?" she asked.
"Hey," Bill started, "We came here to see Maria," Bill smiled softly and the reception lady smiled.
"I don't really know any of the patients here, so you need to tell me which department Maria's staying in for me to let you see her," she explained.
"Oh yeah, sure, she should be in... department six?" Bill smiled tightly as they waited while the receptionist clicked something in her computer.
"Okay, so Maria Langer?" The receptionist asked and Bill nodded, relieved, "okay, she's in room 4 and you can enter department six with this code," she handed Bill a piece of paper, "the code will expire in 3 hours, you can also leave with the same code so make sure you don't stay longer than 3 hours, otherwise you're going to have to call me," she explained and Bill nodded at her.
"Yes, sure, thanks!" Tom said then and both boys hurried off.
"The system here is weird, why would I use this code? I could get any patient out for here with this," Bill laughed and Tom smirked, agreeing with Bill.
"That's true. I hope everything will go smoothly then," Tom said, as the neared to electrical door. Bill typed the code into the small black touch screen and the door clicked open. Bill smiled as he pocketed the code.
"So, where do we have to go this time?" Bill asked.
"Oh, also the bathroom," Tom explained as he walked around the empty hallway, looking for a bathroom. He soon spotted it and grabbed Bill's hand again, pulling him towards it.
"Hey, you!" the boys suddenly heard from behind them and Tom jumped at the familiar voice, "I know you, you're this damn drug dealer! Are you bringing drugs inside here?" the man from behind them yelled and Tom gasped, squeezing Bill's hand as he stood there, motionless.
"Excuse me?" Bill asked the man then, noticing Tom's fear, "I'm not sure who you are, but I'm here to see my sick grandma," he said innocently, puling Tom toward the bathroom slowly. "And I'd really like to visit the bathroom right now, so if you'd excuse us, we would go there," the other man opened his mouth to say something but Bill beat him to it, quickly opening the bathroom door, pulling Tom inside with him.
"Who was that?" Bill exclaimed as soon as they entered, pressing the door close behind them, locking it, "Tom? Who was this?" he asked again.
"He, I, he's a, a..." Tom stuttered, "he's a cop!" he whispered then, shaking as he stared at the wall, "he's a cop and we will get caught, we will, oh my God, we're going to-" Tom's voice rose with every word so Bill gripped his shoulders, pulling the younger man closer to him harshly.
"Come on, Tom, don't panic!" Bill hissed as quietly as possible, "I'm finally starting to understand why Bu would want to get rid of you now, you are impossible to work with!"
"I don't wanna go to jail, please, I don't want to," Tom was shaking his head as he whispered quietly and Bill sighed, rubbing his temples.
"Tom, you're not going to jail, okay? I had the drugs, if we'd gotten caught then I would've gone to jail. All to save your fucking ass!" Bill groaned, turning to Tom. "Look at me, Tom,"
The shaking teenager's lip was shaking as he stared into Bill's eyes. His eyes were big, frightened and no matter how much Bill wanted to be mad at him, he couldn't.
"You need to calm down, Tom, look at me," he said again and Tom nodded, but his shaking wouldn't stop anyway, "if you want to get out of here, you need to calm down," Bill sighed and nodded again.
"I know, I just, it's, I mean-" Tom gulped, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, "I can't calm down," he whispered at last and Bill nodded at him.
"Alright, keep your eyes closed, don't open them. Now, think about something good, something beautiful and... try to let go," Bill whispered then, inching closer to the younger boy, "try to..." he whispered at last, his face millimeters from Tom's and Tom only kept nodding.
Bill smiled as he then closed his own eyes, closing the gap between them and pressing his lips to Tom's. He felt Tom freeze for a moment, but then he noticed the younger boy was slowly stating to let go as he began kissing him back. Their lips were moving in perfect sync, slowly but surely against each other, until Bill opened his mouth. He tried to be slow as he began licking Tom's lower lip with his tongue and he smiled as he heard a low moan from the cornrowed man.
"Bill..." Tom muttered against his lips before he, too, opened his mouth, letting his tongue out to play with Bill's. Both men moaned quietly as their tongues met. Tom let his hands rest on Bill's lower back then, trying to pull Bill closer to his body.
The kiss didn't last for long, just about a minute or two, but when they broke apart, Tom was no longer shaking. Bill smirked.
"So did I calm you down?" the older man asked and Tom nodded with a blush slowly creeping up to his cheeks.
"Yeah you did," he bit his lip, looking down, "We should hide the drugs and then leave," Tom took in a deep breath then and Bill nodded, pulling the second pack of drugs out from his pocket. He handed it to Tom and the younger man sighed, going further into the room and hiding it behind a loose floorboard, "okay, I'm done," he whispered then and Bill nodded.
He took Tom's hand and stared into his eyes for a moment, leaving a haste kiss on his lips, before turning around and opening the lock of the door.
"Alright, let's go," Bill whispered and quietly pushed the door open.
"What took you so long? Flushing down the drugs?" the man from earlier was still standing there, this time 2 more policemen behind him. Both boys gulped at the sight.
"I'm sorry, but, what drugs?" Bill asked, feigning innocence as he stared at the policemen, but truth be told, now he was also starting to get nervous.
"Search the bathroom," the policeman simply said and two officers flew past them, right into the bathroom, "they have necessary equipment with them to find traces of any drug you could have flushed down," he pointed out and Bill laughed nervously.
"We didn't flush any drugs down there," he said but the cop didn't look convinced.
"Whatever, you're going to wait here now until those two officers return," he explained shortly and Bill sighed, turning to Tom. He hoped the younger boy wouldn't start panicking again and to his pleasant surprise, he only saw a smile on Tom's lips.
"We didn't do anything," Tom whispered to the older man and Bill smiled back at him.
"Of course we didn't," he whispered back. Smiling, Bill then pulled Tom towards the chairs by the wall nearby, "I hope we don't have to wait for long," he said loud enough for the officer to hear and the man grumbled, keeping an eye on them as they sat there in silence.
Minutes passed and finally the two officers emerged. Bill and Tom immediately got up then, stating at them suspiciously, "can we go now?" Bill asked hopefully.
"I-" one of the officers began, pursing his lips, "I think you should really let them go, Robert, we didn't find any traces of any drugs," the officer looked a little apologetic as Robert's face clouded over.
"Nothing?" he asked angrily and both Bill and Tom smiled as the man turned to them, "fine, you can leave, but remember, I'll be looking out for you, Tommy boy!" Robert said and Tom bit his lip, staying quiet as Bill's hand squeezed his hand, pulling him towards the door.
"Come on, Tom, let's get out of here," Bill whispered as he once again typed in the code and the door soon clicked open, letting both men out. Five minutes later they were back on the street and Tom almost squealed, pulling Bill into a hug.
"Thank God, Bill, thank you so much!" Tom whispered as he pressed their lips together again. It felt perfect. It felt like heaven. They were finally out of there, everything was delivered and while they had gotten caught in a way, everything had worked out fine and their lips were once again together. It felt like home.
"I wish I could stay here with you like this forever," the younger man smiled sadly after pulling away a few minutes later and Bill frowned.
"But you can, Tom..." The older man mumbled, pressing their lips together more firmly, trying to kiss Tom, but the younger man was adamant in pulling away.
"No, Bill I don't think I can... I need to go back to Bushido..." Tom gulped as he stared into Bill's eyes sadly. Bill however only smiled.
"Then I'm coming with you. I'm going to tell him he needs to let you go," Bill smiled soothingly but Tom shook his head.
"Yeah, but then what? Where would I go? I have no parents, I have nobody, I only have him and this damn business I can't deal with," Tom moaned.
"Then you're coming with me, and that's final, Tom. You deserve better than this stupid guy who threatens to kill you and then still gets to keep you? No way!" Bill exclaimed, threading his fingers with Tom's.
"Are you sure you want me to stay with you, we only met yesterday..." Tom sighed but Bill wouldn't let him pull away again so he pressed their lips together once again.
"Yes, I'm sure."
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"Wow, you really got this thing done?" Bushido asked, smiling wide as he shook his head, "And this guy here helped you, right? I mean, he had to, you wouldn't have made it alone!" The big man laughed and Bill frowned at him. "You must be good, what do you think about joinin-" his monologue was cut short as Bill laughed at him loudly.
"No fucking way am I joining whatever it is you're doing. I'm not going to tell anyone on you, don't worry about that, but me, and Tom are getting out of here now. And Tom is also not going to come back, he's not built for this job and while I might have done well today, neither am I." Bill nodded sternly as he watched Bu's face cloud over.
"Really? But I need men to do the work!" he exclaimed and Bill only laughed at him before taking Tom's hand and pulling the younger boy away slightly.
"Then put an ad in the local newspaper or something, we're out of here," Bill waved his hand unkindly, before turning around fully and opening the door to let them out, "come on Tom, let's get you home," the older man smiled softly as the door fell close behind them and the cornrowed boy mirrored the smile as they walked away on the sidewalk, hand in hand.
"Thank you so much for helping me today, it... you saved my life. I'm so sure I wouldn't have made it without you," Tom bit his lip as their faces got closer and Bill's smile grew as a faint red blush covered Tom's cheeks.
"You don't need to thank me, I simply did what felt right," he mumbled before their lips met and Tom wasn't sure what Bill meant with the last sentence. But he supposed it didn't matter. He was actually out of this business alive and there was now a soft pair of lips resting on his own that he really did not mind there...