Son of a Witch

Billy breathed heavily, wetting his lips as he watched the knife toy over him. He swallowed thickly, still surprised by how much it seemed to affect him, and he breathed a small laugh, "I might have a bit of an idea," he answered cheekily, "Fuck-"

There was so much they should be concerning themselves with, but how was Billy supposed to think of anything else right now? They had a sizable head start. The storm was hiding them. Why shouldn't they enjoy themselves for a bit?

"I'd trust you with anything, Bucky," Billy swore.