#speednotquicksilver

 Ever since that day, when they became one again, Billy hadn’t let himself out of Tommy’s sight for longer than few hours, and reverse. The twins that had seemed to be years, decades apart from growing up so separated were now together again, and every moment of their day was filled with catching up, but not just physical either. Verbal and emotional exchanges, words - those held meaning that they haven’t noticed before. They talked for hours after making love, curled up in Billy’s bed naked and gently stroking fingers over their bodies until their cooling off lead to another peak of arousal. 

 And for Billy, that was perfect. For him, that was all he wanted from his life. However, it was on the day when his mom, Rebecca, knocked on the door and they were nearly caught in a mess of limbs and shredded clothes that he truly decided it was time to bring up something important.

 He came to him himself. As soon as he gained enough strength, he asked Teddy to call for Tommy, make him come over. When he heard the tell-tale swish of wind outside the door, the muffled conversation, that’s when he took his cue. 

Billy: Oh really, what's their name?

Molly: James Moriarty.

Billy: NO.

Tommy: NO.