The Obsession

Chapter Three


Attempting Normal

May 03, 2013

He was staring at that damn calender again. It really did him no good to have one at this point. His body could feel when his birthday approached, like a black storm cloud about to pour down rain. Jake, his best friend and roommate, wanted to take him out to celebrate. Of course he turned him down; like everyone else every year since he was a kid. His birthday was nothing to celebrate. For Billy, it was the day he mourned his sibling's murders. He still had nightmares about what his young eyes saw in Bren's bedroom. He had started up the stairs before his parents noticed, and when he heard the horrified screams it was already too late. His toddler mind could not comprehend all the blood he saw. He did not know a person had that much blood in them. And those lifeless gray eyes staring blankly into nothing...

He didn't scream; not like his mother. He just stood there frozen in shock, eyes wide and body stiff. His father was the one that picked him up and carried him outside.

Those wails of his mother's despair became the soundtrack to all his nightmares from that night forward. Everything changed forever that day. Up until then his life was normal and happy. His family had been happy. Now all there was, was anger, fear, and loathing. He only saw his mother for a few months after that. Then she was shipped off to the state mental hospital which became her new home. As for his father, he came to push Billy away instead of pull him closer. Billy looked too much like Brad, and seeing Billy's little face was a constant reminder of what he had lost. In the end, the 5-year-old was taken in by his aunt and uncle, who tried to give him the best life they could. They did a fantastic job and any other child would have loved it. However, Billy was damaged. Even now approaching twenty-one he still slept with the light on and his bedroom door locked. As for his sexual preference he was at a paradox. He was gay but held a fear and mistrust of men which made dating difficult (to say the least). Being overly cautious and closed off was a definite strain on his sex life as well. He managed to have two boyfriends so far, those being the only guys he slept with, and each time one of his issues had caused their destruction.

He hadn't had sex in over a year and it was making him restless and frustrated. Maybe he would take Jake up on his offer to go clubbing tonight; knock down the walls just for one night and get lost in meaningless, hot sex.

Then as if his friend had read his thoughts, Jake came in through the kitchen whistling and fidgeting with his watch. Jake couldn't stand watches; did not like the feel of something on his wrist. But he wore this one daily since it was a birthday gift from his boyfriend. Though the moment he got home from anywhere it was off of him and on the kitchen counter in seconds. Billy could not help but smile at his friend's predictable behavior, finding it comforting.

“Hey.” Billy greeted. Jake glanced over at him and smiled, though his green eyes seemed perplexed. “Hey, Billy. Aren't you home from class early?”

“I didn't go today. Didn't feel well this morning.” Billy responded, leaving it at that. Jake nodded. He knew what that meant. Sometimes a funk would pass over his roommate, and he would need time alone for a bit. Jake knew something very wrong had happened to Billy years ago, but his friend never went into too many details and he never asked. But Jake made it clear that if Billy ever wanted to tell him about it he would be right there to lend a supportive ear.

“I want to go clubbing tonight.”

Jake paused in the middle of his afternoon snack preparation. “Are you sure?” His question was laced with disbelief. Reasonably so, since every single time Jake or anyone else invited Billy to go out he always declined. Tonight Jake, his boyfriend Derek, and a few other friends were hitting a couple of the gay clubs. Though there was only one that allowed 18 and up, so they would have to hit that one first, then take Billy home since the rest of them were twenty-one and twenty-two. Despite always being turned down Jake continually asked just to be nice. He was thrilled all his diligent asking paid off. Billy needed to get out and have some fun.

“Yeah, I want to do this.” Billy confirmed, already wondering what shirt and pants to wear.

Jake grinned from ear to ear. “Awesome! The guys aren't going to believe me when I tell them.”

Billy frowned. “Tom isn't going, is he?” He could not stand the guy. He was Derek's friend, so Jake put up with him out of respect. His best friend was the type to go out of his way to please the people he loved and make them happy, usually at the cost of his own comfort or happiness. It often made him a pushover and Billy wished he would not act so accommodating. It hurt him to see such a good person get used. Especially since Jake was one of the very few people he felt close to.

Jake threw him an awkward look and laughed. “Yeah, he's going. I know, he's a dumbass and I can't stand him either. But he's Derek's friend so what can I do?”

“Grow a backbone?”

Jake rolled his eyes. “Whatever, dick. Make sure you're ready by 9:30. That's when we're heading out.”



At 9:00 pm Billy was still not sure what to wear. He wore a lot of preppy clothes and wanted to sport something more edgy at the club. Jake wasn't much help, just shaking his head at his roommate's lack of “club wear”. After a few more minutes of digging Jake sighed in defeat.

“Well, you have nothing in here at all good for going out in. We're about the same size. You'll just have to wear my clothes for tonight.”

Billy flushed at the criticism of his wardrobe. His clothes weren't terrible, he just had no reason to buy outfits to party in since he preferred to stay at home. Or attend more formal events. Besides, all the guys he dated were into khakis and polos.

Jake left and returned a few minutes later with a dark, charcoal gray V-neck and black skinny jeans. He threw them at Billy. “There, wear these. I think you'll look sexy in them.”

Billy mumbled “Thanks.” in embarrassment, then headed to the bathroom where he tried on the clothes. When he caught his reflection in the full length mirror he startled. He did not just look “good”. He was sex on legs. The outfit fit in all the right places; ass and package nicely on display. The shirt clung to his lightly toned chest, and the overall colors brought out the gray of his eyes. He smirked in satisfaction. If he did not get laid tonight then it was never going to happen.

He located Jake's hair gel in the medicine cabinet and proceeded to style his layered hair, giving himself a “just got of bed” mussed look. Or just got fucked, depended how you saw it.

When he stepped outside of the bathroom he heard a long whistle. “Damn, Bill. You look really hot. I'd totally let you fuck me if I was single.”

Billy chuckled, trying not to blush under the attention. “Uh, thanks I guess.”

“I need to let you wear my clothes more often.”

Billy decided then that he was going clothes shopping the first chance he got.



When they met up with Tom at the club the first thing that came out of his mouth was, “Daaaaamn, the Ice Queen is looking fine tonight.”
Tom was also known by “Tomcat” amongst his friends, since he acted like a male cat in heat most of the time. He was a lot like Brian in the show, “Queer As Folk”, except less suave and more obnoxious. And cheesy.

Billy did not give him the delight of a verbal response. Just cast him a casual glower and the cold shoulder. He noticed Derek was trying to repress a snicker while Jake was shaking his head.

“Ow, burned again.” Tom complained, feigning hurt.

“Dude, if he shot you down a year ago, what makes you think he'll fuck you now?” Asked Leo, their friend that arrived with Derek earlier.

“It's because he's not used to the word, 'no'. He can't get over the fact that someone doesn't want to fuck him.” Derek pointed out, throwing Tom an “it-is-what it-is” expression. Tom just shrugged and smirked. “Whatever. I have a buddy that told me a little something about bottoms like him. Bills has no idea what's gonna hit him. It'll be my little B-Day surprise to him.” He winked at a disturbed Billy.

Billy may have been desperate to get some, but not that desperate. Even though Tom was gorgeous, his personality worked like a cheese grater on his nerves.

“Yeah, and when my drink comes in the next minute I'm going to throw it in your face.”

Jake face palmed while the other two men cringed. Tom however, was highly amused. “I love it when you act like a frigid princess. It only makes me want you more.” He laughed at Billy's irked expression. “Besides, what could you possibly order anyway? Water? Like a little water is going to deter me.”

Jake had had enough. He exchanged a look with Derek that spoke volumes. “You better do something about your friend.” He muttered under his breath. Derek understood the unspoken threat and reacted promptly.

“Hey Tom, lay off. You're just being a dick now. We're here to have fun, not this shit.”

“I'm really glad I don't have a ball and chain weighing me down like you, Derek. Fuck this.” Tom scoffed, taking his leave toward the dance floor. Billy felt the tension quickly leave his body. At the same time the bartender came over with his Sprite (not water).

“Damn, too late. I would've liked to see that.” Leo joked, trying to lighten the mood.

Derek said something Billy did not catch, then all conversation around him faded away as he scanned the place for potentials. There was a lot of good-looking guys there tonight, making the effort almost seem like too much. Sure, a lot of them were hot but he did not know if he really wanted to work the room that much. None of them stuck out too much. They all had the same generic good looks that he was growing bored of. Billy was selective in his taste in men. Not that he was shallow, it was just hard to get his attention with looks alone.

He was about to stand and head over to the sexy, muscular blond checking him out by the dance floor when a voice next to him spoke. “What's a gorgeous guy like you doing drinking alone?” The man's voice was deep and smooth like honey. The kind that always melted Billy's brain like butter. He turned to his right and was surprised by the owner's appearance. He was handsome, almost unearthly so. His skin was pallid and spiked hair so white it must have been platinum blonde. And eyes that looked like rubies, full of intent and seduction. It was not often you saw an albino in this town, and this one in particular was breath-taking. Billy liked this one. Forget the blonde.

“Well, I don't have to be alone.” Billy replied, trying to sound sexy. It must have worked since something akin to excitement flashed across the other man's face.

“Just what I was thinking.”