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fic: how strange
Title: How Strange
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thepsychicclam
Pairing: Billy/Sean A.
Rating: R
Summary: Sean has strange dreams.
Disclaimer: This never happened.
A/N: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
contrelamontre's "not a songfic" challenge. The lyrics are from Emilie Autumn's "How Strange".
Sean stumbled into his living room, supported by an equally as drunk but much more stable Billy. Sean fell onto the couch, Billy fell him.
“This is why I only drink once every month. I am so wasted,” Sean said. Billy laughed and draped a reassuring arm around his shoulders.
“If you drank more you’d be fine. Besides, no one told you to get into a chugging contest with Elijah. Not the brightest idea.”
“I beat him though!” Sean grinned widely. “I’m so tired.”
“Want to go to bed?”
“I think that’s a good idea.” Billy stood up and grabbed Sean’s hands, pulling him to his feet, and stumbled into Sean’s bedroom. Sean sat on the edge of the bed and toed off his shoes while Billy stood awkwardly in the doorway. “There’s no reason for you to call a cab and go back to your apartment. Just stay here. The bed’s big enough for two.” Sean patted the bed with his hand.
Billy crossed the room after a few minutes and sat down. Sean had already crawled under the covers. Billy took off his boots and situated himself under the covers, his back turned towards Sean. He had just started to slip into sleep when he felt Sean shift.
“Billy?”
“Yeah,” Billy mumbled sleepily.
“When you’re sleeping, do you dream of me?” Sean said quietly. Billy rolled over and looked at Sean in confusion. Sean was chewing his bottom lip nervously while his hands absently played with the pillowcase on Billy’s pillow.
“What do you mean? I dream about you occasionally, but I’m not sure what you mean.”
“I have these dreams sometimes. I’ve had them since I got to New Zealand. Usually they go away after a few nights. But lately they aren’t going away. They just keep plaguing me. They’re about you. Every night, it’s the same thing – “
“Sean,” Billy interrupted. “You’re drunk. I don’t think you would tell me this sober. I don’t want you to tell me anything you’ll regret in the morning.”
“No. I want to tell you. They’re driving me crazy.”
“Okay, if you’re sure.”
“They started out just bizarre. Like, we were captains of spaceships, we were selling potatoes on a street corner in Wellington, Elijah was a rock star we sang back up for.”
“How strange,” Billy mumbled.
“But then they started to turn slightly darker and heated. Some nights you chased me, bound me and left me in cages. Other nights, I was bound and naked and you were – “
“Holy shit,” Billy said, eyes wide.
“No. I wanted it, and so did you. And other times it was just us in a bed after a hard day’s filming. Sex is all that’s in the dreams anymore.”
“Sex with me?”
“Sex with you.” Sean rolled onto his back. “I’m not sure what to do. Cause you know what they say.”
“No, what do they say?”
“About the visions in your head and what they mean.” Sean rolled back over to face Billy. “It’s not hard, Billy.”
“I can’t believe how strange this night keeps getting,” Billy whispered as he covered his face with his hands. “Are you telling me you have feelings for me? For me of all people?”
“Why wouldn’t it be you?”
“Well, there’s Elijah, Dom, Orlando, Viggo…I just can’t believe that you should feel that way.”
Sean scooted closer and leaned over Billy. He studied him for a few moments. Billy barely breathed.
“I want to kiss you,” Sean whispered.
“Sean, dreams and reality are not the same. They’re just your tired brain going wild.”
“But they’re not just dreams anymore. I think about them when I’m awake, before I go to bed, when I jack off. Visions of you beneath me, eyes closed, breath heavy. Or me bent over a table, you behind me sliding in and out.” Sean inched closer to Billy’s face and licked his lips.
“This isn’t like you. You’re going to wake up tomorrow and feel embarrassed.”
“No, I’m not.” Sean pressed his lips to Billy’s. Billy didn’t react. Sean was drunk; he would hate Billy if he took advantage of him. But then Sean was on top of him, rocking against Billy’s thigh. Sean’s fingers fluttered above Billy’s hard cock that he’d been trying to ignore. “Billy,” Sean moaned into his ear as he wrapped his fingers around Billy’s cock through his jeans.
Billy grabbed Sean’s face and captured his lips, sliding his tongue inside his open mouth. If Sean regretted it in the morning, he’d tell him it was just a dream.
Lyrics:
When you are sleeping do you dream of me
How strange, how strange
'Cause you know what they say
About the visions in your head and what they mean
How strange, how strange
That you should feel that way
-How Strange by Emilie Autumn
Author:
thepsychicclamPairing: Billy/Sean A.
Rating: R
Summary: Sean has strange dreams.
Disclaimer: This never happened.
A/N: Written for
contrelamontre's "not a songfic" challenge. The lyrics are from Emilie Autumn's "How Strange".Sean stumbled into his living room, supported by an equally as drunk but much more stable Billy. Sean fell onto the couch, Billy fell him.
“This is why I only drink once every month. I am so wasted,” Sean said. Billy laughed and draped a reassuring arm around his shoulders.
“If you drank more you’d be fine. Besides, no one told you to get into a chugging contest with Elijah. Not the brightest idea.”
“I beat him though!” Sean grinned widely. “I’m so tired.”
“Want to go to bed?”
“I think that’s a good idea.” Billy stood up and grabbed Sean’s hands, pulling him to his feet, and stumbled into Sean’s bedroom. Sean sat on the edge of the bed and toed off his shoes while Billy stood awkwardly in the doorway. “There’s no reason for you to call a cab and go back to your apartment. Just stay here. The bed’s big enough for two.” Sean patted the bed with his hand.
Billy crossed the room after a few minutes and sat down. Sean had already crawled under the covers. Billy took off his boots and situated himself under the covers, his back turned towards Sean. He had just started to slip into sleep when he felt Sean shift.
“Billy?”
“Yeah,” Billy mumbled sleepily.
“When you’re sleeping, do you dream of me?” Sean said quietly. Billy rolled over and looked at Sean in confusion. Sean was chewing his bottom lip nervously while his hands absently played with the pillowcase on Billy’s pillow.
“What do you mean? I dream about you occasionally, but I’m not sure what you mean.”
“I have these dreams sometimes. I’ve had them since I got to New Zealand. Usually they go away after a few nights. But lately they aren’t going away. They just keep plaguing me. They’re about you. Every night, it’s the same thing – “
“Sean,” Billy interrupted. “You’re drunk. I don’t think you would tell me this sober. I don’t want you to tell me anything you’ll regret in the morning.”
“No. I want to tell you. They’re driving me crazy.”
“Okay, if you’re sure.”
“They started out just bizarre. Like, we were captains of spaceships, we were selling potatoes on a street corner in Wellington, Elijah was a rock star we sang back up for.”
“How strange,” Billy mumbled.
“But then they started to turn slightly darker and heated. Some nights you chased me, bound me and left me in cages. Other nights, I was bound and naked and you were – “
“Holy shit,” Billy said, eyes wide.
“No. I wanted it, and so did you. And other times it was just us in a bed after a hard day’s filming. Sex is all that’s in the dreams anymore.”
“Sex with me?”
“Sex with you.” Sean rolled onto his back. “I’m not sure what to do. Cause you know what they say.”
“No, what do they say?”
“About the visions in your head and what they mean.” Sean rolled back over to face Billy. “It’s not hard, Billy.”
“I can’t believe how strange this night keeps getting,” Billy whispered as he covered his face with his hands. “Are you telling me you have feelings for me? For me of all people?”
“Why wouldn’t it be you?”
“Well, there’s Elijah, Dom, Orlando, Viggo…I just can’t believe that you should feel that way.”
Sean scooted closer and leaned over Billy. He studied him for a few moments. Billy barely breathed.
“I want to kiss you,” Sean whispered.
“Sean, dreams and reality are not the same. They’re just your tired brain going wild.”
“But they’re not just dreams anymore. I think about them when I’m awake, before I go to bed, when I jack off. Visions of you beneath me, eyes closed, breath heavy. Or me bent over a table, you behind me sliding in and out.” Sean inched closer to Billy’s face and licked his lips.
“This isn’t like you. You’re going to wake up tomorrow and feel embarrassed.”
“No, I’m not.” Sean pressed his lips to Billy’s. Billy didn’t react. Sean was drunk; he would hate Billy if he took advantage of him. But then Sean was on top of him, rocking against Billy’s thigh. Sean’s fingers fluttered above Billy’s hard cock that he’d been trying to ignore. “Billy,” Sean moaned into his ear as he wrapped his fingers around Billy’s cock through his jeans.
Billy grabbed Sean’s face and captured his lips, sliding his tongue inside his open mouth. If Sean regretted it in the morning, he’d tell him it was just a dream.
Lyrics:
When you are sleeping do you dream of me
How strange, how strange
'Cause you know what they say
About the visions in your head and what they mean
How strange, how strange
That you should feel that way
-How Strange by Emilie Autumn
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