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Shit Happens NC17 (BB/EW)
Title: Shit Happens
Author: Cat
Rating: NC17
Pairing: BB/EW
Disclaimer: Not real, didn’t happen … although I’m sure at some point they consumed alcohol together. But again, cannot confirm that totally.
Summary: Billy and Elijah have a one night stand, then deal with the morning after.
Warning: Angst? Its nothing horrible, but not a fluff story by any means.
Notes: First, thank you to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
autmnlecroix for giving this the once over. Written for the ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
contrelamontre hot/cold challenge. Written in roughly an hour.
Feedback: Muchly appreciated.
Billy threw them against the wall, heavy chests and straggled breathes echoing in the darkened hall. Alcohol heavy in the air, suffocating and demanding. Elijah’s mouth parted and still wet, seeking anything and everything of Billy. Mouth, neck, jaw, ear, shoulder. He grasped the front of the other man’s shirt and pulled, yanking the article over his shoulders and into their darkness. Flesh against cloth, breaking for a second … an hour … Billy pulled Elijah’s shirt to follow into the darkness. Now, flesh to flesh. Sweat covered bodies lined and dancing an erotic dance, one leading while the other chased.
“Christ … Lij,” a shudder of a breath caused Billy to pull back, gasp for a breath before changing tactics. Elijah’s hands pushed his further down once he began the descent; kiss and tongue, blast of breath and blast of air causing the younger man to shudder and let out breathes. Bumps along his skin giving Billy’s tongue a trial, a pressure guide to his tongue. Elijah’s hands finding shoulder, hair, neck. Anything and everything he could grab to pull back, needing the taste of Billy again. Pushing down, guiding him to his throbbing cock.
When had his pants and boxers fallen to the ground? When had Billy reached the floor? When Billy’s hands gripped his hips and licked the length of him Elijah forgot everything. Blurry images of lights and sounds flew through his mind, the scent of beer and whiskey mixed with sweat and actions. Billy’s tongue slid, tip to hilt in a seductive twist of movement. One moment Elijah was seeing the room dizzy with colors and lights and dark and breath, the next he was plunged into Billy’s mouth surrounded by tongue, teeth, cheek, breath. He closed his eyes, fighting to keep them open and see and feel and see. Pressure grew, built and exploded; small bursts of sensation. He felt the wave, the slick slide of Billy’s hand from hip to underneath … massaging and twirling, teasing and moving ball to ball.
Gasping he strained, legs froze to remain standing and breath hitched to keep that feeling. Explosion; the surge of energy, sweat, pressure, and Billy. He felt the rush, the slide of Billy’s tongue. The choked gasp echoed in the room, bouncing from wall to wall and back to Elijah. He came, sweat and blurred tingles resounding within his body making a slow sigh escape his lips. He slid down, feeling Billy’s fingers dance along his sex-kissed skin and slid himself down Billy’s body. A mirror to Billy’s movement seconds … hours … ago.
Without preamble, no kisses or slow slides, he engulfed Billy’s cock and began his own dance; tantalizing and seductive bringing a groan to Billy’s lips. He felt Billy’s hips jut upwards, begging for more and needing for more. He grinned, the cocky Elijah grin and enveloped the waiting Scot again tasting salt and the bitter taste of beer. He slid his hands along the floor, the slick tiles aiding his movements. Billy’s hands grasped his, the moment of touch and they were grabbed and pulled and twisted into interlocking. Billy’s hips moved faster, groans and gasps causing the room to shrink and blackout. Billy’s climax built, slow whisper by slow whisper until he collapsed; flooding his body with tense relief. The throbbing built and slowed and continued and he felt Elijah move from between his legs upwards, leaving a slick and wet path along the way.
They lay spent and sprawled on the floor, heavy breathes and straggled pants echoing around them. The table nearby held the remains of the alcohol; countless bottles of beer and whiskey empty or near empty. Clothing laid in careless thoughtless piles.
Sunlight, the ever enemy of the intoxicated and hungover called to them from outside. Whimpers and moans. Billy opened one eye and closed it just as fast then tried again, focussing on the spot on the ceiling. Spots on the ceiling. He straightened up, sitting with his elbows on the ground and looked around him. Elijah sat at the table, the clean table, with a cigarette between two fingers.
Billy looked around and grabbed his clothes, sliding them on without saying anything. He watched Elijah, who with jerky motions snubbed out the fag and lit another. Mistake, his mind shouted and repeated and stormed. Last night had not only been a mistake, it had been a mutual and alcohol induced mistake. Jokes and dares gone to far. Billy took the cigarette from Elijah’s hand, taking a drag as he snubbed it out himself.
“I’m sorry,” Elijah said as he lit another, letting it linger between his fingers before finally taking a pull.
“Yeah,” Billy’s weak reply. He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, “What did we do?”
“We drank too much,” Elijah looked at the fag and twisted it between his fingers, smoke trails floating around him in thin ribbons. An awkward silence rested and Billy finished the last button of his shirt.
“It was more than drinking, Elijah,” Billy said as he walked to the door. He closed his eyes as he rested his hand on the doorway, a feeling of dread and ending washed over him. Friendship ruined in that moment of drunken laughs and calculations. Who’s calculation, Billy wondered.
“No,” Elijah replied sucking in another breath of the cigarette, “we drank and had a good time. Shit happens, Billy.”
Billy frowned when he looked back, shit happens. The reality of it hit him like the reality of morning, shit happens.
“Don’t come to boys night tonight, Elijah. Your invitation is being taken back, I don’t want you in my house” Billy turned the knob and opened the door.
“Fine, tell others I had other plans,” he looked as Billy with a careless look, one designed for the one-night-stand victim.
“I will, something along the lines of fucking yourself,” Billy shut the door with a final click and walked home. Mistakes happen, he thought as he turned the corner, just one action that followed another in a meaningless night.
Author: Cat
Rating: NC17
Pairing: BB/EW
Disclaimer: Not real, didn’t happen … although I’m sure at some point they consumed alcohol together. But again, cannot confirm that totally.
Summary: Billy and Elijah have a one night stand, then deal with the morning after.
Warning: Angst? Its nothing horrible, but not a fluff story by any means.
Notes: First, thank you to
autmnlecroix for giving this the once over. Written for the contrelamontre hot/cold challenge. Written in roughly an hour.Feedback: Muchly appreciated.
Billy threw them against the wall, heavy chests and straggled breathes echoing in the darkened hall. Alcohol heavy in the air, suffocating and demanding. Elijah’s mouth parted and still wet, seeking anything and everything of Billy. Mouth, neck, jaw, ear, shoulder. He grasped the front of the other man’s shirt and pulled, yanking the article over his shoulders and into their darkness. Flesh against cloth, breaking for a second … an hour … Billy pulled Elijah’s shirt to follow into the darkness. Now, flesh to flesh. Sweat covered bodies lined and dancing an erotic dance, one leading while the other chased.
“Christ … Lij,” a shudder of a breath caused Billy to pull back, gasp for a breath before changing tactics. Elijah’s hands pushed his further down once he began the descent; kiss and tongue, blast of breath and blast of air causing the younger man to shudder and let out breathes. Bumps along his skin giving Billy’s tongue a trial, a pressure guide to his tongue. Elijah’s hands finding shoulder, hair, neck. Anything and everything he could grab to pull back, needing the taste of Billy again. Pushing down, guiding him to his throbbing cock.
When had his pants and boxers fallen to the ground? When had Billy reached the floor? When Billy’s hands gripped his hips and licked the length of him Elijah forgot everything. Blurry images of lights and sounds flew through his mind, the scent of beer and whiskey mixed with sweat and actions. Billy’s tongue slid, tip to hilt in a seductive twist of movement. One moment Elijah was seeing the room dizzy with colors and lights and dark and breath, the next he was plunged into Billy’s mouth surrounded by tongue, teeth, cheek, breath. He closed his eyes, fighting to keep them open and see and feel and see. Pressure grew, built and exploded; small bursts of sensation. He felt the wave, the slick slide of Billy’s hand from hip to underneath … massaging and twirling, teasing and moving ball to ball.
Gasping he strained, legs froze to remain standing and breath hitched to keep that feeling. Explosion; the surge of energy, sweat, pressure, and Billy. He felt the rush, the slide of Billy’s tongue. The choked gasp echoed in the room, bouncing from wall to wall and back to Elijah. He came, sweat and blurred tingles resounding within his body making a slow sigh escape his lips. He slid down, feeling Billy’s fingers dance along his sex-kissed skin and slid himself down Billy’s body. A mirror to Billy’s movement seconds … hours … ago.
Without preamble, no kisses or slow slides, he engulfed Billy’s cock and began his own dance; tantalizing and seductive bringing a groan to Billy’s lips. He felt Billy’s hips jut upwards, begging for more and needing for more. He grinned, the cocky Elijah grin and enveloped the waiting Scot again tasting salt and the bitter taste of beer. He slid his hands along the floor, the slick tiles aiding his movements. Billy’s hands grasped his, the moment of touch and they were grabbed and pulled and twisted into interlocking. Billy’s hips moved faster, groans and gasps causing the room to shrink and blackout. Billy’s climax built, slow whisper by slow whisper until he collapsed; flooding his body with tense relief. The throbbing built and slowed and continued and he felt Elijah move from between his legs upwards, leaving a slick and wet path along the way.
They lay spent and sprawled on the floor, heavy breathes and straggled pants echoing around them. The table nearby held the remains of the alcohol; countless bottles of beer and whiskey empty or near empty. Clothing laid in careless thoughtless piles.
Sunlight, the ever enemy of the intoxicated and hungover called to them from outside. Whimpers and moans. Billy opened one eye and closed it just as fast then tried again, focussing on the spot on the ceiling. Spots on the ceiling. He straightened up, sitting with his elbows on the ground and looked around him. Elijah sat at the table, the clean table, with a cigarette between two fingers.
Billy looked around and grabbed his clothes, sliding them on without saying anything. He watched Elijah, who with jerky motions snubbed out the fag and lit another. Mistake, his mind shouted and repeated and stormed. Last night had not only been a mistake, it had been a mutual and alcohol induced mistake. Jokes and dares gone to far. Billy took the cigarette from Elijah’s hand, taking a drag as he snubbed it out himself.
“I’m sorry,” Elijah said as he lit another, letting it linger between his fingers before finally taking a pull.
“Yeah,” Billy’s weak reply. He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, “What did we do?”
“We drank too much,” Elijah looked at the fag and twisted it between his fingers, smoke trails floating around him in thin ribbons. An awkward silence rested and Billy finished the last button of his shirt.
“It was more than drinking, Elijah,” Billy said as he walked to the door. He closed his eyes as he rested his hand on the doorway, a feeling of dread and ending washed over him. Friendship ruined in that moment of drunken laughs and calculations. Who’s calculation, Billy wondered.
“No,” Elijah replied sucking in another breath of the cigarette, “we drank and had a good time. Shit happens, Billy.”
Billy frowned when he looked back, shit happens. The reality of it hit him like the reality of morning, shit happens.
“Don’t come to boys night tonight, Elijah. Your invitation is being taken back, I don’t want you in my house” Billy turned the knob and opened the door.
“Fine, tell others I had other plans,” he looked as Billy with a careless look, one designed for the one-night-stand victim.
“I will, something along the lines of fucking yourself,” Billy shut the door with a final click and walked home. Mistakes happen, he thought as he turned the corner, just one action that followed another in a meaningless night.
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This was nice and hot, and didn't end all mushy. Very nice. I particularly like that Elijah, who is usually the sweet innocent one, is your bastard.
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Thank you for reading!!
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Sometimes I just get tired of reading him as the innocent wide-eyed angel. It's almost like it's accepted in the fandom. Sort of like Cruel Bastard Karl, Brooding Viggo, Victim/Slut Orlando, or Fatherly Sean Astin. Nothing wrong with those characterizations, I just like to see something different once in a while.
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