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Friday turned into Saturday and Izzy didn't move from his bed. He slept fitfully in between bouts of crying and screaming. His knuckles were bruised and bloody from pounding them against his bedroom wall. Flecks of plaster, the result of Izzy's pounding, dusted the floor.

How could he? How could Bill dump him for some girl?

Izzy had seen the girl around school and she seemed to have a different boy hanging around her every week. The thought gave Izzy hope that she'd leave Bill in a few days. A sly smile crept across his lips as he thought about Bill begging him to take him back.

But could he? Could he take Bill back after such a betrayal?

Sliding into a sitting position, Izzy picked a cheap photo frame from his bedside table. Trapped behind the glass was a photograph of himself and Bill, huddled together on a bench, arms around each other, all smiles. Happier times. If Izzy remembered rightly, the photograph had been taken just after they'd gotten together. He remembered how quiet they'd kept their relationship, fear of beatings from the kids at school and Bill's father running through their minds. Finally, his mother had worked out what was going on. She had given them her blessing to continue their relationship in safety under the Isbell roof. She just seemed happy that her loner of a son had fallen in love with someone, even if it was his best friend.

Something splashed against the glass and Izzy realised that he was crying, the pain of the break up still fresh in his heart and mind. Sniffling, he wiped a hand across his nose and dropped the photo to the floor. The glass shattered, mingling with the plaster dust and the fragments of his heart. Izzy buried his head back into the pillow, desperately trying to hide the crying. There was no one else in the house but it was a matter of pride. Men didn't cry in Izzy's eyes. His body shook as he sobbed, loud, screaming sobs. He had no idea that falling in love would hurt this much. He'd thought it would be like the films and songs. People fell in love and they were supposed to be together forever. That was the deal.

Izzy, Izzy. He could hear Bill's voice in his head. Izzy I love you.

His name repeated over and over again. The sound of Bill in his head seemed to have a soothing effect, calming and quietening him. He had no idea why. The sound of that hypnotic voice should have angered him, but instead it had the opposite effect. It took him a moment to realise that the voice wasn't in his head.

"Look up Izzy." He did, only to see Bill standing in the tree outside his window. "Get up Izzy." The voice was soft, almost inaudible, like bells in the wind.

Slowly he did, sliding from the bed, wondering if what he was seeing was a mirage. Bill was balanced on a branch, one arm wrapped around the trunk, his other reaching out to Izzy. Wind whipped his long red hair around his face as he fought to keep his balance. Izzy pushed the window open and leaned out, stretching his hand out. Bill's fingers brushed against his, sending shivers through Izzy's body. He knew he should be angry and hurt, but the sight of Bill made his broken heart melt back together.

Gripping Bill's hand, Izzy stepped back, pulling him from the tree and into his room. His arms automatically went around the lithe body, pulling Bill close to him.

"What are you doing here?" he quietly asked.

Bill's head dropped forward, hair hiding his eyes.

"Izzy, I'm sorry." Bill's voice cracked. "I didn't mean to hurt you."

Brushing the hair out of Bill's eyes, Izzy curled his fingers around the finely boned face and lifted the green eyes to his own.

"I know you didn't mean to Bill, but you did." Izzy's thumb swept a tear from the pale skin. "I loved you Bill and you broke my fuckin' heart."

He pushed Bill away from him and turned away, tears welling up in his eyes. The pain of seeing Bill with a girl was still fresh, the wounds still gaping and sore. Izzy slowly sank to his knees, burying his face in his hands. The crying started again, tears trickling through his fingers.

"I loved you," he sobbed. "Really fuckin' loved you, and you threw it all back in my face."

A hand gently touched his trembling shoulder.

"Will you love me again Izz?" He felt Bill's breath brush against his ear.

Izzy looked up, wiping the tears from his eyes as he did. Bill was knelt in front of him, concern in his eyes and his hand still stroking Izzy's shoulder.

"I might," Izzy sniffed. "But I want you to answer me one question."

He watched as Bill nodded, strands of fine red hair falling into his eyes.

"Why?" Izzy asked. "Why'd you go with /her/? Am I not good enough?"

Bill shrugged. "I have needs Izzy."

Izzy pushed Bill away and scowled.

"Like getting your dick wet?" He stood up and glared down at Bill. "If you'd wanted to get laid, why didn't you fuckin' say?"

Bill's head cocked to one side and his eyes widened.

"Because you want to fuck me, don't you Izz?" He stood and stared at Izzy, his arms crossing over his chest. "It's not the other way round is it?" Bill pressed his nose against Izzy's, his eyes fiery.

"It might be," Izzy's voice was hushed.

Bill's eyes softened and a hand came up to stroke Izzy's cheek. Closing his eyes, Izzy lent into the touch, smiling slightly.

"You mean...?" Bill's voice trailed off and Izzy nodded his response.

He felt soft lips press against his own and an arm wrapped around his waist, gently guiding him to the bed. Bill lay him on the bed, his hand gently guiding his head to the pillow. Izzy opened his eyes and smiled as Bill hovered over him, long red hair framing them. Bill's fingers ran through his hair, smoothing it over the pillow.

"Izz, you're fuckin' beautiful," he whispered.

Izzy just smiled, enjoying the feeling of Bill's fingers on his body.

"Do you know how to do this?" Bill quietly asked.

Izzy kept smiling. "Look in the drawer."

He knew what was in there; he'd stolen most of it, and he was enjoying the look on Bill's face as he pulled out a bottle of lube and a porn magazine. Bill's face cracked into a grin as he flicked through the hardcore magazine. For a moment he seemed to study the images as if he was familiarising with what lay ahead. Izzy watched as he dropped the magazine to the floor and picked up the bottle of lube. A cocky smile crossed Bill's face as he held the bottle in front of Izzy's eyes.

"Strawberry?!" Bill giggled.

Izzy shrugged and carried on lazily smiling.

"I like the smell and it doesn't taste too bad either. Now kiss me."

Bill's hands cupped his face and he pressed his lips against Izzy's. Willing Izzy surrendered to the kiss, arching slightly to get closer. His arms wrapped around Bill's thin frame, pulling him close. Izzy felt his cock harden. Locking a leg around Bill's waist, he slowly rubbed himself against his friend, savouring the feelings that flowed through him. He felt like he was on a haze of pleasure, warm feelings filling his veins. This is what he wanted, complete and utter surrender.

Hands pushed his shirt up and over his head, leaving him exposed. He watched as Bill pulled away and kissed his chest, tongue deftly playing over his nipples. Izzy inadvertently laughed. It was a good laugh, pleasurable and unforced, as Bill's hands travelled lower, dipping into Izzy's trousers. Izzy's laughter changed to a groan as Bill's slender fingers wrapped around his hardening cock. He opened his eyes briefly to see Bill between his legs, his head resting on Izzy's stomach, eyes watching Izzy's every move. Izzy twitched as Bill's thumb swept over the head of his cock, his back leaving the bed. Bill's hand was suddenly travelling from his cock, over his balls and between his buttocks. A finger gently began to probe his virgin ass and Izzy moaned.

"Is that okay?" he heard Bill whisper.

"Lube... use the lube..." Izzy squirmed, his hands desperately pushing his trousers down.

Bill's hands wrapped around the waistband and pulled them the rest of the way down, before depositing them on the floor. A cry of pleasure left Izzy mouth as Bill's tongue gently licked the head of his cock. In the distance, he heard the lid of the lube bottle pop, the sweet smell of strawberries flooding the room. A moment later the inquisitive finger was back between his cheeks. Tentatively, the finger probed, breaching him with a slight pain. Izzy hissed between clenched teeth as Bill's finger slid into him.

"Am I hurting you?" Bill's voice was still quiet, as if he didn't want to ruin the moment.

"A little." Izzy bucked his hips as the finger slid in deeper, brushing over something that made him cry out.

Another finger joined the first, carefully widening his ass. The red hot pain was slowly being replaced by something more pleasurable, hazy and warm. Izzy smiled and moaned as Bill resumed the gentle exploration of his cock. This was nothing new; they'd sucked each other off plenty of times. But to have Bill exploring him so willingly was something new.

"Shit Bill," he hissed. "Have you done this before?"

There was no response, just the feeling of his friend smiling around his cock. The fingers carried on probing his ass, sending tingles along Izzy's spine. He'd tried various ways of reaching his prostate but it was something he'd never achieved. Now Bill had found it and seemed to be enjoying making him tremble and twitch. Izzy felt his balls tighten and a familiar burning take over his groin.

"Bill... stop. I'm gonna come..." Izzy kicked at Bill, pushing him away.

Everything stopped and Bill pulled away, but not before deftly licking Izzy's ass. Izzy moaned as the tongue explored for a second before disappearing. He opened his eyes to see Bill hovering over him.

"You're right," he whispered, "it does taste of strawberries. And of you."

Izzy found Bill's lips on his, frantically kissing him. He tasted vaguely of strawberries and cock, not an altogether bad combination in Izzy's mind. His hands twisted in Bill's velvety soft hair, pulling him close, as his legs locked around his friend's tiny waist. Bill's hands were on his naked skin, touching him in ways he'd never done before.

As quickly as it started, it finished. Bill pulled away, his eyes dilated and glazed.

"Do you want me to make you mine?" he softly asked.

Breathless, Izzy nodded. He watched as Bill straddled his waist, stripping his thin t-shirt off. It was quickly added to the pile on the floor, before he sat back and pushed his jeans down, revealing his hard cock. A twinge of trepidation fluttered through Izzy's stomach. He knew, deep down, that it was going to hurt like hell. He knew he was going to bleed and be torn, but he was ready. Ready to finally give himself fully to his lover.

The smell of strawberries brought Izzy to his senses and he opened his eyes to see Bill slowly coating his cock with lube. Bill seemed as nervous as he was, fear swimming in his eyes.

"Izz..." Bill's hand stopped for a moment. "You'll tell me if I hurt you, right?"

Izzy shook his head, hair falling into his eyes.

"I don't care if you hurt me," he replied. "I know it's gonna but I want this."

A tiny smile played on Bill's lips. "Ready?"

Izzy nodded, slowly pulling his knees up, opening himself up. Bill shuffled forward until he was positioned between his legs. One hand rubbed Izzy's stomach while the other held his cock. Izzy's eyes never left the beautiful sight of Bill before him. Both were breathing heavily, turned on and ready, but pausing to savour their last moments of virginity.

"Come on Bill." Izzy smiled slightly. "Stop teasing."

The smile was returned as Bill advanced on him. A second later, a searing pain shot through Izzy as Bill's cock entered him. His back arched and he cried out, hands gripping at Bill.

"Do you want me to stop?" he heard Bill say.

He shook his head, motioning for Bill to keep going. Bill moved, ramming his cock deep into Izzy. Izzy let out another cry of pain, a cry which mixed with Bill's own howl. It was uncomfortable for both of them, a feeling that they hoped would never be repeated. For a moment, they lay together, each adjusting to the new sensation. Izzy's hands rested on Bill's back, nails digging in, his breathing heavy. Bill's head rested against his own, warm breath washing over his ear.

"Fuck," Bill breathed. "You're tight."

Izzy turned his head, his lips brushing the soft hair.

"What did you expect?" He smiled. "You're my first."

Bill's head turned and Izzy gazed lovingly into the green eyes. They both smiled and he planted a kiss on Bill's soft mouth.

"Now move," he requested.

Bill's eyes became inquisitive. "How?"

Izzy smiled, the pain beginning to subside. "Just like you did with that girl."

Bill propped himself on his elbows and, pressing his lips against Izzy's, he slid forward. Izzy gasped: the pain was still there but it was masked by the beautiful feeling of Bill's cock. Izzy watched Bill moving above him, soft hair swaying and brushing his face. Both boys were panting, light films of sweat coating their lithe bodies. Locking his legs around Bill's waist and his arms around his neck, Izzy rocked with him, savouring the feeling of Bill's cock inside him.

Suddenly, Bill rammed into his prostate, causing Izzy's cock to spring back to life. He moaned and slid a hand from Bill and down his body to his cock. He stroked himself, matching the rhythm of Bill's thrusting, wave after wave of pleasure flowing through him. Everything seemed to fade away until it was just him, Bill and his cock. He could feel his orgasm building, the familiar tingle and his balls tightening. His moans turned into frantic, incoherent babbling.

"Bill... I'm gonna..." He didn't have time to finish as his world exploded, bright light flaring behind his eyes. Come coated his stomach and chest, landing in his hair, but he didn't care. It was the most amazing feeling in the world.

Somewhere, he heard Bill shout his name and, with one final thrust, he came inside of Izzy. Izzy rocked with him as he pushed into him one final time.

As his breathing slowed, Izzy opened his eyes. Bill still hovered over him, chest rising and falling, his hair stringy with sweat. Their eyes, dilated and glazed, met and they both smiled.

"Fuck, Izz." Bill gently kissed him, a hand tangling in Izzy's own sweat drenched hair.

He gently placed his forehead against Izzy's, each gazing at the other.

"Do you love me again?" Bill asked.

Izzy reached out a hand and ran it through Bill's hair.

"I never really stopped loving you." With that, he pulled Bill's head down and kissed him.