SUMMARY: Billy needs to make a decision.
AUTHORS NOTES: I'm an LJ Virgin so forgive me for any faux pas that might have happened. Long time watcher, first time poster. If anyone would like to have a beta relationship with me, please drop me a line.
Warm chocolate eyes watched his companions sadly. His gaze flicked between the dance floor and the bar.
Almost an hour ago Billy had absented himself from the table they had all been sharing to take up his current post on a stool at the bar. Glancing back to the dance floor, Orlando couldn’t hide his disgust at the events that were recurring every night of their vacation. Dom had barely noticed Billy’s absence, contentedly dancing song after song with Evangeline on the postage stamp sized floor. As the intensity of their fevered grinding grew it was matched only by the speed of Billy’s drinking.
Lifting his glass, Orlando drained the last of his beer then stood to cross to the bar.
He reached out and closed his larger hand around Billy’s wrist as he lifted the glass towards his mouth.
“C’mon Bills, haven’t you had enough?” he asked gently “I’ll take you home.” He murmured, his thumb brushing across the inside of Billy’s wrist slowly.
Billy lifted the shot glass with his other hand and threw back the measure of fiery liquid before he looked up into Orlando’s face.
“Nawt going.” Billy slurred.
“Yes, you are.” Orlando insisted, “This is bullshit Billy, why are you doing this to yourself everynight.”
“Ye wouldnae understand.” Billy growled.
“I’m trying to, so you’re going to come home and tell me the whole sordid story.”
Orlando threw some money onto the bar and leaned in closer to wrap one long arm around Billy’s waist, lifting him bodily from the bar stool.
“ah dinnae want ta be going, ah wannae be staying here, Orli.” Billy groused as he wrapped his arm around Orlando’s warm body.
“So you can be miserable watching him make a slut of himself?” Orlando whispered almost to himself.
“He’s nawt a slut.” Billy murmured drunkenly, “He’s just…” he trailed off, his brow furrowed as he tried to think.
“Not much.” Orlando groused, he fitted his body along Billy’s side, his hip fitting naturally into the curve of billy’s waist.
Billy rested his head against the curve of Orlando’s chest as they walked, his eyes drifting closed as his surrounding swirled around him. “Hurts, Orli.” He mumbled, his lips brushing against the soft cotton of Orlando’s tee shirt.
“I know, Billy.” Orlando murmured quietly, his fingers dropping to Billy’s hip to pull their bodies more tightly into alignment, his head tilting to briefly rest against the top of Billy’s head, his lips pressing a quick affectionate kiss against Billy’s ruffled hair. “I know.”
“Dinnae wannae hurt.” Billy whispered sadly, his accent thick and filled with the pain he’d attempted to drown in fiery alcohol.
“I know that Bills.” Orlando spoke quietly, guiding the smaller man through the doorway and into the warm night air. “Nobody ever wants to hurt.”
“Make it stop.” Billy whispered, his hand pushing across Orlando’s belly, stroking gently as he begged Orli to take away his pain.
Orlando drew a deep breath and sat Billy against the front fender of his car as he fished for the keys in his jacket pocket. One hand lifted to cup Billy’s stubble covered face gently .
“Only you can do that Billy.” Orlando murmured. “It’s been ten years when are you going to stop letting him screw you over like this.”
“Nawt his fault.” Billy shrugged, averting his eyes quickly as they filled with sharp tears.
Orlando frowned at him in confusion, “This I’ve got to hear. They were practically fucking on the dance floor, Billy. He knows how you feel. How was that not his fault?”
“ah know…the score…not supposed ta love…just lust.” Billy shrugged trying to explain, his eyes downcast and away from the knowledge in Orlando’s eyes.
“That’s a crock of shit Billy and you know it.” Orlando stepped between Billy’s splayed thighs, his hands on Billy’s shoulders. “You’re not like that, you’re meant to fall in love and be happy, to share your body and your mind and soul. Not just go from fuck to fuck, what sort of a life is that?”
“’S’one he wants.” Billy shrugged forlornly. “Ah would be happy with it.”
“For how long?” Orlando asked a little annoyed at Billy.
“Until he didnae want meh anymore.” Billy looked up into Orlando’s face,
“For fucks sake, Billy.” Orlando cursed sharply. “Stop being his fucking doormat and open your eyes.”
“I cannae do that Orlando.” Billy answered quickly.
“Why not?” Orlando frowned.
“Opening my eyes, it hurts way too much.” Billy answered lucidly, his hand going up to rest on Orlando’s forearms.
Orlando watched him carefully for long minutes, before he lowered his head slowly giving Billy ample opportunity to pull back. “Forgive me, Billy.” He murmured as his lips closed over Billy’s.
Plump moist lips pressed against Billy’s, his tongue slowly tracing the cupids bow curve of the smaller man’s lips. A soft moan and Billy’s lips opened under the onslaught of Orlando’s mouth. Orlando stepped deeper into the space between Billy’s thighs and wrapped his arms around Billy. His mouth moved slowly across Billy’s open mouth, tasting the bitter sour taste of his whisky.
His hands caressing up and down the strong line of Billy’s spine, Orlando pressed their bodies together from hip to shoulder, his mouth hungrily devouring Billy’s before he pulled away slowly. Both of them breathing heavily, their chests heaving as they struggled with their own thoughts. Billy’s head lolled forward to rest on Orlando’s shoulder.
“Come home with me, Billy?” Orlando asked quietly against Billy’s hair, reluctant to look into the clear green eyes he knew would hold no secrets.
“Ah cannae do to ye, what he does to meh.” Billy spoke, his lips brushing across Orlando’s neck as he did.
“You’re not. I know the score.” He shrugged. “Trust me I’ve known the score since the beginning.”
“Ah dinnae wannae hurt yeh.” Billy insisted.
“You won’t hurt me.” Orlando slid his hand under Billy’s chin to tilt his face up towards his own.
“Bills, my eyes are open. I want this.” Orlando pressed his lips to Billy’s again for a short hard kiss filled with all of his attraction and desire. “I need this.” He whispered.
Orlando pulled back and looked into Billy’s eyes patiently, waiting for Billy to make his decision without forcing him into anything.
“Ye’re sure?” Billy asked slowly.
“Never been so sure of anything in my life.” Orlando breathed, his thumb slowly caressing Billy’s cheek bone.
“I dinnae wanna hurt ye. Ah know how much it hurts. Dinnae want that fer ye.” Billy murmured.
“Billy?” the certainty in his voice clear to both of them as he asked Billy to look at him, “You’re not going to hurt me.”
Billy looked into Orlando’s dark eyes searchingly before his eyes fell closed and he nodded slowly.
“Aye.” He breathed, “I’d like that.”
For long minutes, Orlando stood still against him, feeling the strong pounding of Billy’s heartbeat pressed against his chest, the nervous tremor in his limbs. His arms tightened around the smaller man, who for all his strength and bravado was deceptively fragile as he relaxed into their embrace.
Drawing a deep breath, he stepped back and offered his hand, long fingers extended palm turned upwards to Billy, and waited patiently for Billy to accept his invitation.
Billy sat on the fender, the fingers of one hand nervously plucking at the denim covering his thigh. Looking up into Orlando’s guileless face, he had his answer. There were no games there, no secrets, just a desperate longing and if he looked hard enough something more. Something so much more than he would find anywhere else. Suddenly sure of himself, Billy fitted his palm against Orlando’s and laced their fingers together. Sometimes it was worth taking a chance.
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I tried to leave a comment the first time! What a bittersweet story! And I LOVE seeing Bily with someone other than Dom!
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I'm glad you liked it.
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First, though this is not my preferred pairing, I really enjoyed this fic a lot! :) I thought it was sweet and a little angsty and you just did a great job. And I love happy endings! So thank you for letting it have one. ;)
Secondly, (and I hope it's okay to put this here) I wonder if you realize that there is a new community for nontraditional pairings where you could link your story and it would get additional exposure? It's called LOTR_Step_Kids, and is for any pairing other than VigOrli or MonaBoyd, so this fic would qualify and I think you should definitely link it there. Here's the link: http://community.livejournal.com/lotr_step_kids/ Check it out! Members can get pretty banners to decorate their user info page and sometimes even win small prizes. Hope to see you there. :)
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