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Title: Don't Look Back
Author: Kilt Slave
Pairing: Billy/Callum Keith Rennie, Billy/Elijah. For those who don't know what Callum Keith Rennie looks like, here is a picture of him.
Genre: Mildly angsty, rather porny
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Depends-on-where-you-live underage sex
Disclaimer: Do you think if I owned them I'd be writing about them?
Author's note the first: Formsilverstar, I'm so, so sorry that I haven't posted this before now. It was finished by the 23rd, but life, etc, has interrupted. She wanted a non-mainstream pairing in any genre, hopefully this works:). Thanks to D for reading it through and telling me that it doesn't suck. Title is from a Teenage Fanclub song.
Don't Look Back
by Kilt Slave
Movie nights were dangerous; Billy decided as another blonde bimbo lost her head. Teen slasher flicks were not his thing, though from a purely artistic level, the blood spurts did leave lovely arcs of red on the ceiling and walls. Based on previous movie selections from his cast mates, he did not hold high hopes for the rest of the night’s movies.
Thank God they had plenty of beer.
The movie ended in a spectacular blood bath slash zombie feast that would have made Peter proud. All Billy could feel was relief tinged with fear: Elijah had refused to show him the final movie of the night. Or tell him what it was about. There was mild cursing as someone, Dom, Billy thought, fumbled for the remote. Bright lights snapped on as a shout of triumph came from Dom as he found it. The scrolling credits stopped and left a blank, dark screen.
"Billy, turn around." Elijah had stood up and was stooped over a bag, Billy heard faint rustling sounds.
"I promise not to look Elijah, promise on the ring." Billy said with a grin.
"That's not good enough, turn around or I won't tell you what it's about."
Billy rolled his eyes as Dom snickered and said, "Bet it's porn Billy, gay porn."
"Whatever Dom, I'm going to get another beer." Billy stood up, swaying slightly and headed towards the kitchen, "If it is gay porn, Dom, bet you know all the stars."
Loud laughter followed Billy into the kitchen along with Dom's parting shot, "I bet you know them better Billy." Billy didn't bother to dignify this with a response.
Billy got his beer and paused in the doorway and struck a dramatic pose, "Is it safe for me to come in Elijah?"
"Yeah, it's safe Billy." Elijah said fighting off laughter.
The next movie, according to what Elijah would tell him, was about an aging punk band taking one last tour across Canada. It had to be better.
When the opening credits rolled, Billy blinked stupidly at the screen for a few moments. Everyone had an identical twin in the world.
Didn't they?
The moment he walked on screen, Billy knew that it was him. He looked good, better than Billy remembered him looking. And he now knew his name.
Callum Keith Rennie.
He had only known him as Cal, and to 16 year old Billy, sex on two legs. Nearly 20 years later, he still looked like sex on two legs. He took a drink of his beer and tried not to think of that night. Unconsciously he raised his hand to his lip and pressed.
It had been a fucking stupid thing to do, but he didn't give a fuck. The place was a dive, frequented by those who wanted to avoid the law and those too young to drink. It was dark and smoky; the staff turned a blind eye to the dealings that went on there.
Billy had already had been offered heroin and a free standing offer to visit one of his "ladies" by a man in a hideous purple suit. He had refused both.
Three pints in and he had developed a nice healthy buzz. He was content to sit in a dark corner and drink his beer alone.
Grief and guilt were still a sick lump in his stomach. He wanted his father back, if only to be able to punch him for taking his mother away. He always felt guilty after thinking that, he loved his father too. Even if his death had crushed his mother to the point that she never recovered. If only he could have them both back again.
He loved his gran, she was a good person, but she didn't get him. Get why he felt so fucking angry all the time.
The last time she tried to ground him for fighting, he had run. He had stolen some money from his gran and had run as far as it would take him. He had barely enough left for one night in a hostel with enough left over to get him drunk. Or he could not sleep in a hostel and have two nights worth of drinking money. He would think on that later.
Billy took one last swallow of beer and got up get another one. The bar area was crowded, he had to worm his way to the bar. That's when he saw Him. Tall with blond spiked hair and a black leather jacket. It was a good thing the bar was so dark, Billy thought as he watched the man melt into the crowd.
With another pint in hand, he made his way across to his seat. Only it was now taken by the man he had been admiring at the bar. Fuck.
He turned around, intending to find another place to sit and get drunk in peace, when he was topped by a hand on his shoulder.
"There's still room." An American like voice slurred into his ear. Mother fucking Christ. How the hell was he going to get out of this?
His jaw still throbbed occasionally as a reminder of the last time he thought a man was hitting on him.
He tried to pull away, but found that he was drunker than he had thought he was. The man easily pulled him back and pushed Billy into the booth. He sat next to Billy, close enough that his side was warm against Billy's.
"Don't think I missed the way you looked at me by the bar, boy." Oh shit, Billy braced himself for a punch. A well-deserved punch. You didn't just go randomly ogling guys in a bar like this. An arm around his shoulder pulled him in closer, "Name's Cal, you got or should I just call you chicken?"
Billy relaxed, maybe he wasn't going to get smacked. "I'm not a fucking chicken. Name's Billy."
"So Billy, like what you saw up there at the bar?" Cal asked, his voice low and flat in Billy's ear.
"And if I did?" Billy asked back; chin lifted definitely.
"Then I say we're in for one hell of a night." Cal grinned at Billy ferally. "You wanna fuck?"
Christ did he ever, "Yes."
Cal studied him, "You got a place near here?"
"I just got here." Billy said, attempting to mentally calculate the cost of a private room and if he had enough for it. "What about you?"
"I saw an hourly motel up the road."
Billy thought he had enough for an hour at one of those places. "Lets go." He slammed the rest of his beer and watched Cal do the same.
Tonight was going to be so fucking great. He wasn't scared. Much.
Luck continued to be with Billy. Just up the road, there was a seedy hourly hotel.
They paid in advance, splitting the cost halfway. Billy was glad, this meant they had two hours instead of the measly one he could have afforded alone.
A sense of nervous anticipation filled Billy. This wasn't something he had had before. With anybody. A thought occurred to him as they walked down the grungy hallway towards their room. "Cal, got any rubbers?"
Cal weaved a bit and pushed Billy against a wall. Cal's dick was hard; Billy gasped at the sensation of Cal's weight against his body. Cal smelled of beer, cigarettes and sweat. All overlaid with a scent of arousal.
"You like this Billy boy?" Cal asked quietly. Billy nodded. "You'll like it more when I'm fucking that tight ass of yours." His breath blew in gentle hot gusts into Billy's ear as he spoke.
Billy must have done something to let Cal know that he was still a virgin, because Cal rephrased "That nice, tight virgin ass."
While he might have been a virgin, he had fooled around with girls some. He moved his hands from Cal's ass to the back of his head and pulled Cal's face around towards his. And gave him the kiss that had gotten his hands up many a shirt and nearly down their pants.
Apparently kissing wasn't something men did when they fucked because Cal tore his mouth away. Billy opened his eyes and blinked a few times to make the triple Cal go away and saw Cal glare at him hostially.
"Kissing is for fucking pussies," he said sharply as he pushed himself away from Billy. "You fuck me, we don't kiss. Ever. Got it?" He jabbed his finger into Billy's chest, "Got it?"
Billy thought it was ridiculous to not do something as pleasurable as kissing, he didn't say anything though. His desire to actually fuck outweighed his desire to kiss and the grinding of Cal's hips against Billy's silenced any remaining doubts. "I fucking got it." Billy growled back.
Cal pulled away from Billy and squinted at the gaudy plastic tag attached to their room key. "We're the next door, fuckers probably open the door the minute your time is up."
Billy nodded in agreement and straightened, adjusting himself. He caught Cal's eyes and grinned inwardly at the hot look Cal was giving him. Like if they didn't have a room already they would just fuck in the hallway.
Their room was dark and dingy inside, just like the hallway and reception area had been. Billy suspected if they turned on the light, cockroaches would scuttle to darker places. Billy vowed to not turn on the light.
His heart beat faster when Cal closed the door, the lock clicking shut. There wasn't a dead bolt, which meant that Cal was probably right about them opening the door when time was up.
If he hadn't been drunk, Billy probably would have run by now. But alcohol conquered all fear. And he wasn't a fucking pussy, he was a man. Even if he was fucking scared.
And Cal treated him like a man. Not like a stupid child like his gran and sister. He just prayed that his buzz kept going.
Cal stood in front of Billy, his arms crossed. "You listen to me and do what I say. Otherwise you stay a virgin and I fuck someone else tonight."
Cal was sexy as hell, but he was an asshole when he was drunk. Billy wondered if he was such an asshole when sober.
Probably.
"Take off your shoes and jeans, Billy." He ordered in a quiet, firm voice.
There was something in that quiet intensity that compelled Billy to obey. Billy toed out of his shoes slowly, balancing right now was really fucking hard. His jeans fell to the floor with a quiet thud; he stepped out of them with a small sigh of relief as he felt his erection free from the confines of his jeans.
He stood waiting for Cal's next order wearing nothing but his socks, boxers and shirt. The room was slightly chilly, that's why he shivered when Cal told him to take off his boxers and to get down on his knees in front of him.
At least that's what he told himself.
The carpeting was rough under his knees; he could feel little imprints starting on his knees. Cal seemed to loom over him. Billy waited for Cal's next order, his cock aching with want.
"Undo my jeans kid." Cal told him.
Billy tried to calm his shaking has as he reached for the buckle of Cal's belt. He could do this. He wasn't a fucking pussy. The metal of his buckle was warm in Billy's hand, he undid the belt and waited for his next order.
"Undo the rest, Billy." Billy complied, unbuttoning and unzipping Cal's trousers. "Pull them down Bill."
Billy easily pulled Cal's jeans down, Cal wasn't wearing anything underneath. His cock bobbed inches from Billy's face.
"Have you ever sucked dick before Billy?" Billy shook his head.
Cal grabbed the back of Billy's head with one hand and placed the other under Billy's chin. "Time to learn kid," and guided Billy's mouth to his cock.
Billy was in a mild state of panic; he had never even kissed a man before tonight. Yet he was about to suck cock and get fucked in the arse.
He had thought about it before. Had thought about what it would be like to suck another man off, if it would taste like he did.
Billy licked the tip of Cal's cock, it tasted...different than his own come did. He found that he liked it. A lot. And wanted more.
He still wasn't sure how something that big was going to fit in his mouth. He would give it his best shot.
He licked again and Cal groaned something about being a teasing mother fucker. Cal's fingers tightened in his hair and pushed himself fully into Billy's mouth. Cal's hips thrust forward gently, it was all Billy could do to keep from choking on him.
Still though, he fucking loved how Cal filled his mouth. It felt right to have a mouth full of dick. He murmured with pleasure and nearly choked as Cal thrust forward hard.
Billy coughed and pulled back, Cal's cock slipping out of his mouth. His jaw hurt already. But he still wanted more.
"Did I tell you to stop?" Billy shook his head, eyes cast downward. "You want to get off tonight?" Billy nodded. "Then suck my dick."
Billy took Cal's dick into his mouth again and sucked, enjoying the weight and feel of Cal in his mouth. This was so fucking good. Experimentally, he put one hand around the shaft.
Cal felt almost exactly like Billy did when hard. It was weird though, to feel a hard dick in your hand and not feel your own hand around your dick. He liked it almost as much as he liked sucking cock.
The fingers in Billy's hair tightened again as Billy grew bolder and started to take more of Cal's cock into his mouth. Through trial and error, he found that Cal liked it best when Billy jerked Cal off while licking the head of his cock in a circular pattern.
He fucking loved this. All too soon though, Cal was pulling his mouth away. "Jesus, you're good for never having sucked dick before. Could have came just from that if I didn't want something better. Take off your boxers and get on the bed, face down."
Billy nodded in response and got off the floor. His knees and jaw hurt, if this was being a fag, he fucking loved it. It felt good to take his boxers off, his erection jutted out and bobbed slightly from being freed.
The comforter was chilly to his heated skin and much to his pleasure; he hadn't lain in a wet spot. He heard Cal move to the edge of the bed and felt it move as he sat down. A calloused hand cupped his arse. "You want me to fuck you Billy?"
Billy nodded yes into the pillow.
He heard the smile in Cal's voice when he said, "Can't wait to fuck your virgin ass until you scream."
Billy heard a packet torn and was hit with a jesus-motherfucking-christ this was going to be good moment. The occasional finger up his own arse during masturbation had felt big enough. He tried not to think about something the size of Cal being shoved up there.
It had to feel good, otherwise, gay men wouldn't do it. Hopefully.
Cal stroked his ass for a moment before slapping it. Billy started in surprise.
He also got harder. A random thought floated across his mind. If you were sober right now, you would have left before your trousers had hit the floor.
Instead he was going to get fucked. A hand traveled up his spine to the nape of his neck and rested there. Fingers rubbed before turning Billy's head towards Cal's.
Cal was sitting next to Billy, his dick covered with a rubber and a tube of something in one hand. "I ain't stupid kid." Was all he said before letting go of Billy's neck.
Billy lay his head back down and closed his eyes. A minute later, cool slick fingers dipped between his arse cheeks and touched his ass hole. Billy stifled a small groan at the coolness of the lube. Cal rubbed his finger around Billy's hole while Billy moaned quietly.
Cal's fingers pushed slowly into Billy one at a time. Stretching him ever so slowly. Just his fingers in Billy's arse felt good, though it felt even better when Cal managed to hit a certain spot deep inside Billy.
The comforter was twisted in his hands, his hard cock thrusting against the coarse material. Cal dipped a finger in, that one went in easily. Billy groaned loudly as Cal found that spot again.
"You ready kid?" Billy managed to collect his wits enough to nod yes. Cal pulled his fingers from Billy, Billy took a few deep breaths and willed his body to stay loose and relaxed. "Gonna fuck you so hard Billy. Get on your hands and knees."
Billy obeyed, stifling a groan at the loss of friction on his dick.
Suddenly something big and hot was at his entrance. One of Cal's hands steadied Billy's hips as Cal thrust forward slowly.
Oh fucking god it hurt. Billy bit his lip and tried to ignore the burning feeling in his arse.
Why would anyone do this?
"Take a fucking breath kid and relax." Cal's voice cut through his pain.
He tried to do as Cal asked, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath while trying to relax.
It must have worked because suddenly Cal was sliding easily inside Billy. And Jesus fucking Christ he understood why people did this.
Cal kept his thrusts shallow at first, only some of his cock was in side Billy. He slowly increased the intensity and length until Billy could feel Cal's hipbones against his arse at the end of a thrust.
When Cal's cock hit Billy's prostate, his world shattered into a thousand pieces. This was better than jerking off ever could be.
Far too soon he was coming, his cock jerking come onto the bedspread below him. And judging from the ferocity and speed of Cal, Cal was close to coming.
With one last shove and and incredibly loud moan in Billy's ear, "Christ!", he came.
Cal pulled out immediately, Billy couldn't stop himself from gasping as the flare of Cal's cock came out. Billy collapsed onto his stomach, ignore the cool wet goo of come on his stomach. A moment late he felt Cal get off the bed and rustled around. Slightly sticky hands shook his shoulder, Billy rolled over onto his back away from the cold wet spot and tried to sit up.
His arse twinged painfully.
"Here, drink some of this." A flask was pushed into his hand. Billy unscrewed the top and took a swig.
It burned his throat and made his eyes water. Whisky. He took another swig and fell back onto the bed. He tried to keep his eyes from closing, but couldn't.
He woke up alone in the bed, but not in the room. The desk clerk was shaking him with an angry look on his face.
"Your time ended a half hour ago. Out."
Billy sat up, his arse was still tender.
He got dressed under the angry glare of the desk clerk. He couldn't stop the blush that spread upwards from his chest as he got dressed. He could barely keep his hands from trembling in anger.
He hadn't expected Cal to stick around, but it would have been nice for him to dump his one night stand outside. Or tell them that you are going.
For still being drunk, he got dressed surprisingly fast. The desk clerk watched him as he stumbled out into the cool night. He didn't have enough money for a room, but it wasn't so cold that sleeping outside was impossible. Just uncomfortable.
Close to the motel there was an empty park bench. He would have to call his Gran tomorrow, and beg for money to get home. It was uncomfortable, but he fell asleep eventually with his head full of regret and revenge against Cal.
***
Billy woke up to find that the room had emptied. He looked at the clock, Jesus it was already two a.m.
"Finally he wakes." A familiar voice said.
Okay, so maybe he wasn't alone. Which made sense since this was Elijah's place. "Elijah, where did everyone go?"
Elijah sat down next to Billy. "I have no fucking idea. Fell asleep too."
Elijah glanced down at Billy's crotch. Where Billy was hard as a rock. "Looks like you had better dreams than I did."
"Uh, yeah." Billy groped for words. Bad word choice there Billy, he thought to himself.
"So who's Cal?" Elijah asked casually.
"I don't know anyone named Cal." He lied easily.
"Sure you don't. That's why you muttered that name when you were sleeping." Elijah said that with a satisfied grin.
"And how long have you been watching me sleep?" He said a mental prayer that it had been after Cal had fucked him. He really didn't want to find out from Elijah that he moaned in his sleep.
"Not long, maybe 15 minutes." Not long his arse. "You know, you're really cute when you sleep." Elijah said before giggling a little. "Dom was right."
Jesus, Elijah was fucking hot and also very drunk. "You're drunk."
"Like a glass of water. Was this Cal person a guy?" Elijah asked, leaning in closer to Billy, slurring his words a little.
"Elijah, you're drunk." Billy moved away, or tried to at least. Elijah moved closer to Billy each time Billy moved away.
"Does it matter if I am? I think that Cal was a guy."
"Elijah..." Billy started to lie again when Elijah met his gaze. Fuck, he couldn't lie to Elijah when Elijah was looking at him like that. "All right Elijah, he was a guy I knew once."
Any hope of Elijah accepting that as an answer was given up with his reply, "Did you fuck him?"
"That's a little personal. You're drunk, you need to go to bed."
"You did fuck him." Any response Billy had was cut off by Elijah straddling him and kissing him.
He had to stop things before Elijah did anything else. "Elijah. Stop." He tried to sound stern, but it didn't work. Elijah kissed him again, deeper this time. "You're drunk and you don't know what you're doing."
"I know exactly what I'm doing Billy. Kissing you." Elijah said as he leaned in for another kiss.
Billy stopped him with a hand over Elijah's mouth. "No Elijah, not when you're drunk. You might regret it in the morning." God knows he had.
"Can't regret what you want."
"Yes you can."
"No you can't, not when you've wanted it for as long as I have." Elijah looked at him, his gaze intent. "Don't you want it Billy?"
"It doesn't matter what I want Elijah. Go to bed. I'll be here in the morning if you want to talk about it then." Billy carefully pushed Elijah off him. "And I'm going to call a cab now."
Elijah sat back down next to Billy, "Stay here Bill."
"Elijah..."
"Promise I won't do anything."
Billy studied Elijah, "Ok, I will. Down here on the couch." Elijah opened his mouth, "Or I go home."
"You're no fun." Elijah said perilously close to a pout.
"Just making sure you don't do anything you regret." And do nothing that Billy would want more of, he added to himself.
"I don't need a fucking baby sitter Billy." Elijah said sullenly.
"No, you don't. You need to sleep."
"Alone?"
"Alone."
"Fine." Elijah got up and stalked out of the room.
Thank God. If Elijah had stayed any longer he might have done something stupid. Like take Elijah up on his offer.
***
Billy was up later than usual. The smell of coffee wafted past his nostrils, he opened his eyes and saw Elijah standing in front of him holding a mug out to him.
"Morning Bill. Surprised to see that you're still here." Elijah handed him the mug.
"I said that I would stay." Billy said before taking a small sip of the hot coffee.
"Yeah, but you did act like I was disgusting last night." Elijah said catching Billy's eye.
Shit. Billy had hoped that Elijah had forgotten about that. "Elijah, it wasn't that you disgust me. You were drunk. I couldn't let you make the same mistake like I did." Shite, he hadn't meant to say that.
Elijah looked at him quizzically, "What do you mean 'Like I did'?"
Billy sighed, he might as well tell Elijah. "I was young, drunk and stupid. That's all you need to know."
Elijah studied him, "Tell me Bill. I want to know." Elijah sat down next to Billy.
Billy tried to resist the pleading look on Elijah's face and failed.
"I was 16, drunk, and had just run away. He was older than me, not sure how old he was, anyway we fucked in an hourly motel."
Elijah blinked, "You ran away?"
Billy laughed humourlessly. "Yeah, not one of my brightest moves."
"I don't regret kissing you Bill."
Time slowed for Billy. "What if I said that I don't you attractive?"
"Then I call you a liar. You're a piss poor liar Billy."
Elijah stopped Billy's response with a kiss. "Am I right, Bill?"
Billy sighed dramatically, "You're right Elijah."
And kissed Elijah for a long, long time.
finis
Author: Kilt Slave
Pairing: Billy/Callum Keith Rennie, Billy/Elijah. For those who don't know what Callum Keith Rennie looks like, here is a picture of him.
Genre: Mildly angsty, rather porny
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Depends-on-where-you-live underage sex
Disclaimer: Do you think if I owned them I'd be writing about them?
Author's note the first: For
msilverstar, I'm so, so sorry that I haven't posted this before now. It was finished by the 23rd, but life, etc, has interrupted. She wanted a non-mainstream pairing in any genre, hopefully this works:). Thanks to D for reading it through and telling me that it doesn't suck. Title is from a Teenage Fanclub song.Don't Look Back
by Kilt Slave
Movie nights were dangerous; Billy decided as another blonde bimbo lost her head. Teen slasher flicks were not his thing, though from a purely artistic level, the blood spurts did leave lovely arcs of red on the ceiling and walls. Based on previous movie selections from his cast mates, he did not hold high hopes for the rest of the night’s movies.
Thank God they had plenty of beer.
The movie ended in a spectacular blood bath slash zombie feast that would have made Peter proud. All Billy could feel was relief tinged with fear: Elijah had refused to show him the final movie of the night. Or tell him what it was about. There was mild cursing as someone, Dom, Billy thought, fumbled for the remote. Bright lights snapped on as a shout of triumph came from Dom as he found it. The scrolling credits stopped and left a blank, dark screen.
"Billy, turn around." Elijah had stood up and was stooped over a bag, Billy heard faint rustling sounds.
"I promise not to look Elijah, promise on the ring." Billy said with a grin.
"That's not good enough, turn around or I won't tell you what it's about."
Billy rolled his eyes as Dom snickered and said, "Bet it's porn Billy, gay porn."
"Whatever Dom, I'm going to get another beer." Billy stood up, swaying slightly and headed towards the kitchen, "If it is gay porn, Dom, bet you know all the stars."
Loud laughter followed Billy into the kitchen along with Dom's parting shot, "I bet you know them better Billy." Billy didn't bother to dignify this with a response.
Billy got his beer and paused in the doorway and struck a dramatic pose, "Is it safe for me to come in Elijah?"
"Yeah, it's safe Billy." Elijah said fighting off laughter.
The next movie, according to what Elijah would tell him, was about an aging punk band taking one last tour across Canada. It had to be better.
When the opening credits rolled, Billy blinked stupidly at the screen for a few moments. Everyone had an identical twin in the world.
Didn't they?
The moment he walked on screen, Billy knew that it was him. He looked good, better than Billy remembered him looking. And he now knew his name.
Callum Keith Rennie.
He had only known him as Cal, and to 16 year old Billy, sex on two legs. Nearly 20 years later, he still looked like sex on two legs. He took a drink of his beer and tried not to think of that night. Unconsciously he raised his hand to his lip and pressed.
It had been a fucking stupid thing to do, but he didn't give a fuck. The place was a dive, frequented by those who wanted to avoid the law and those too young to drink. It was dark and smoky; the staff turned a blind eye to the dealings that went on there.
Billy had already had been offered heroin and a free standing offer to visit one of his "ladies" by a man in a hideous purple suit. He had refused both.
Three pints in and he had developed a nice healthy buzz. He was content to sit in a dark corner and drink his beer alone.
Grief and guilt were still a sick lump in his stomach. He wanted his father back, if only to be able to punch him for taking his mother away. He always felt guilty after thinking that, he loved his father too. Even if his death had crushed his mother to the point that she never recovered. If only he could have them both back again.
He loved his gran, she was a good person, but she didn't get him. Get why he felt so fucking angry all the time.
The last time she tried to ground him for fighting, he had run. He had stolen some money from his gran and had run as far as it would take him. He had barely enough left for one night in a hostel with enough left over to get him drunk. Or he could not sleep in a hostel and have two nights worth of drinking money. He would think on that later.
Billy took one last swallow of beer and got up get another one. The bar area was crowded, he had to worm his way to the bar. That's when he saw Him. Tall with blond spiked hair and a black leather jacket. It was a good thing the bar was so dark, Billy thought as he watched the man melt into the crowd.
With another pint in hand, he made his way across to his seat. Only it was now taken by the man he had been admiring at the bar. Fuck.
He turned around, intending to find another place to sit and get drunk in peace, when he was topped by a hand on his shoulder.
"There's still room." An American like voice slurred into his ear. Mother fucking Christ. How the hell was he going to get out of this?
His jaw still throbbed occasionally as a reminder of the last time he thought a man was hitting on him.
He tried to pull away, but found that he was drunker than he had thought he was. The man easily pulled him back and pushed Billy into the booth. He sat next to Billy, close enough that his side was warm against Billy's.
"Don't think I missed the way you looked at me by the bar, boy." Oh shit, Billy braced himself for a punch. A well-deserved punch. You didn't just go randomly ogling guys in a bar like this. An arm around his shoulder pulled him in closer, "Name's Cal, you got or should I just call you chicken?"
Billy relaxed, maybe he wasn't going to get smacked. "I'm not a fucking chicken. Name's Billy."
"So Billy, like what you saw up there at the bar?" Cal asked, his voice low and flat in Billy's ear.
"And if I did?" Billy asked back; chin lifted definitely.
"Then I say we're in for one hell of a night." Cal grinned at Billy ferally. "You wanna fuck?"
Christ did he ever, "Yes."
Cal studied him, "You got a place near here?"
"I just got here." Billy said, attempting to mentally calculate the cost of a private room and if he had enough for it. "What about you?"
"I saw an hourly motel up the road."
Billy thought he had enough for an hour at one of those places. "Lets go." He slammed the rest of his beer and watched Cal do the same.
Tonight was going to be so fucking great. He wasn't scared. Much.
Luck continued to be with Billy. Just up the road, there was a seedy hourly hotel.
They paid in advance, splitting the cost halfway. Billy was glad, this meant they had two hours instead of the measly one he could have afforded alone.
A sense of nervous anticipation filled Billy. This wasn't something he had had before. With anybody. A thought occurred to him as they walked down the grungy hallway towards their room. "Cal, got any rubbers?"
Cal weaved a bit and pushed Billy against a wall. Cal's dick was hard; Billy gasped at the sensation of Cal's weight against his body. Cal smelled of beer, cigarettes and sweat. All overlaid with a scent of arousal.
"You like this Billy boy?" Cal asked quietly. Billy nodded. "You'll like it more when I'm fucking that tight ass of yours." His breath blew in gentle hot gusts into Billy's ear as he spoke.
Billy must have done something to let Cal know that he was still a virgin, because Cal rephrased "That nice, tight virgin ass."
While he might have been a virgin, he had fooled around with girls some. He moved his hands from Cal's ass to the back of his head and pulled Cal's face around towards his. And gave him the kiss that had gotten his hands up many a shirt and nearly down their pants.
Apparently kissing wasn't something men did when they fucked because Cal tore his mouth away. Billy opened his eyes and blinked a few times to make the triple Cal go away and saw Cal glare at him hostially.
"Kissing is for fucking pussies," he said sharply as he pushed himself away from Billy. "You fuck me, we don't kiss. Ever. Got it?" He jabbed his finger into Billy's chest, "Got it?"
Billy thought it was ridiculous to not do something as pleasurable as kissing, he didn't say anything though. His desire to actually fuck outweighed his desire to kiss and the grinding of Cal's hips against Billy's silenced any remaining doubts. "I fucking got it." Billy growled back.
Cal pulled away from Billy and squinted at the gaudy plastic tag attached to their room key. "We're the next door, fuckers probably open the door the minute your time is up."
Billy nodded in agreement and straightened, adjusting himself. He caught Cal's eyes and grinned inwardly at the hot look Cal was giving him. Like if they didn't have a room already they would just fuck in the hallway.
Their room was dark and dingy inside, just like the hallway and reception area had been. Billy suspected if they turned on the light, cockroaches would scuttle to darker places. Billy vowed to not turn on the light.
His heart beat faster when Cal closed the door, the lock clicking shut. There wasn't a dead bolt, which meant that Cal was probably right about them opening the door when time was up.
If he hadn't been drunk, Billy probably would have run by now. But alcohol conquered all fear. And he wasn't a fucking pussy, he was a man. Even if he was fucking scared.
And Cal treated him like a man. Not like a stupid child like his gran and sister. He just prayed that his buzz kept going.
Cal stood in front of Billy, his arms crossed. "You listen to me and do what I say. Otherwise you stay a virgin and I fuck someone else tonight."
Cal was sexy as hell, but he was an asshole when he was drunk. Billy wondered if he was such an asshole when sober.
Probably.
"Take off your shoes and jeans, Billy." He ordered in a quiet, firm voice.
There was something in that quiet intensity that compelled Billy to obey. Billy toed out of his shoes slowly, balancing right now was really fucking hard. His jeans fell to the floor with a quiet thud; he stepped out of them with a small sigh of relief as he felt his erection free from the confines of his jeans.
He stood waiting for Cal's next order wearing nothing but his socks, boxers and shirt. The room was slightly chilly, that's why he shivered when Cal told him to take off his boxers and to get down on his knees in front of him.
At least that's what he told himself.
The carpeting was rough under his knees; he could feel little imprints starting on his knees. Cal seemed to loom over him. Billy waited for Cal's next order, his cock aching with want.
"Undo my jeans kid." Cal told him.
Billy tried to calm his shaking has as he reached for the buckle of Cal's belt. He could do this. He wasn't a fucking pussy. The metal of his buckle was warm in Billy's hand, he undid the belt and waited for his next order.
"Undo the rest, Billy." Billy complied, unbuttoning and unzipping Cal's trousers. "Pull them down Bill."
Billy easily pulled Cal's jeans down, Cal wasn't wearing anything underneath. His cock bobbed inches from Billy's face.
"Have you ever sucked dick before Billy?" Billy shook his head.
Cal grabbed the back of Billy's head with one hand and placed the other under Billy's chin. "Time to learn kid," and guided Billy's mouth to his cock.
Billy was in a mild state of panic; he had never even kissed a man before tonight. Yet he was about to suck cock and get fucked in the arse.
He had thought about it before. Had thought about what it would be like to suck another man off, if it would taste like he did.
Billy licked the tip of Cal's cock, it tasted...different than his own come did. He found that he liked it. A lot. And wanted more.
He still wasn't sure how something that big was going to fit in his mouth. He would give it his best shot.
He licked again and Cal groaned something about being a teasing mother fucker. Cal's fingers tightened in his hair and pushed himself fully into Billy's mouth. Cal's hips thrust forward gently, it was all Billy could do to keep from choking on him.
Still though, he fucking loved how Cal filled his mouth. It felt right to have a mouth full of dick. He murmured with pleasure and nearly choked as Cal thrust forward hard.
Billy coughed and pulled back, Cal's cock slipping out of his mouth. His jaw hurt already. But he still wanted more.
"Did I tell you to stop?" Billy shook his head, eyes cast downward. "You want to get off tonight?" Billy nodded. "Then suck my dick."
Billy took Cal's dick into his mouth again and sucked, enjoying the weight and feel of Cal in his mouth. This was so fucking good. Experimentally, he put one hand around the shaft.
Cal felt almost exactly like Billy did when hard. It was weird though, to feel a hard dick in your hand and not feel your own hand around your dick. He liked it almost as much as he liked sucking cock.
The fingers in Billy's hair tightened again as Billy grew bolder and started to take more of Cal's cock into his mouth. Through trial and error, he found that Cal liked it best when Billy jerked Cal off while licking the head of his cock in a circular pattern.
He fucking loved this. All too soon though, Cal was pulling his mouth away. "Jesus, you're good for never having sucked dick before. Could have came just from that if I didn't want something better. Take off your boxers and get on the bed, face down."
Billy nodded in response and got off the floor. His knees and jaw hurt, if this was being a fag, he fucking loved it. It felt good to take his boxers off, his erection jutted out and bobbed slightly from being freed.
The comforter was chilly to his heated skin and much to his pleasure; he hadn't lain in a wet spot. He heard Cal move to the edge of the bed and felt it move as he sat down. A calloused hand cupped his arse. "You want me to fuck you Billy?"
Billy nodded yes into the pillow.
He heard the smile in Cal's voice when he said, "Can't wait to fuck your virgin ass until you scream."
Billy heard a packet torn and was hit with a jesus-motherfucking-christ this was going to be good moment. The occasional finger up his own arse during masturbation had felt big enough. He tried not to think about something the size of Cal being shoved up there.
It had to feel good, otherwise, gay men wouldn't do it. Hopefully.
Cal stroked his ass for a moment before slapping it. Billy started in surprise.
He also got harder. A random thought floated across his mind. If you were sober right now, you would have left before your trousers had hit the floor.
Instead he was going to get fucked. A hand traveled up his spine to the nape of his neck and rested there. Fingers rubbed before turning Billy's head towards Cal's.
Cal was sitting next to Billy, his dick covered with a rubber and a tube of something in one hand. "I ain't stupid kid." Was all he said before letting go of Billy's neck.
Billy lay his head back down and closed his eyes. A minute later, cool slick fingers dipped between his arse cheeks and touched his ass hole. Billy stifled a small groan at the coolness of the lube. Cal rubbed his finger around Billy's hole while Billy moaned quietly.
Cal's fingers pushed slowly into Billy one at a time. Stretching him ever so slowly. Just his fingers in Billy's arse felt good, though it felt even better when Cal managed to hit a certain spot deep inside Billy.
The comforter was twisted in his hands, his hard cock thrusting against the coarse material. Cal dipped a finger in, that one went in easily. Billy groaned loudly as Cal found that spot again.
"You ready kid?" Billy managed to collect his wits enough to nod yes. Cal pulled his fingers from Billy, Billy took a few deep breaths and willed his body to stay loose and relaxed. "Gonna fuck you so hard Billy. Get on your hands and knees."
Billy obeyed, stifling a groan at the loss of friction on his dick.
Suddenly something big and hot was at his entrance. One of Cal's hands steadied Billy's hips as Cal thrust forward slowly.
Oh fucking god it hurt. Billy bit his lip and tried to ignore the burning feeling in his arse.
Why would anyone do this?
"Take a fucking breath kid and relax." Cal's voice cut through his pain.
He tried to do as Cal asked, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath while trying to relax.
It must have worked because suddenly Cal was sliding easily inside Billy. And Jesus fucking Christ he understood why people did this.
Cal kept his thrusts shallow at first, only some of his cock was in side Billy. He slowly increased the intensity and length until Billy could feel Cal's hipbones against his arse at the end of a thrust.
When Cal's cock hit Billy's prostate, his world shattered into a thousand pieces. This was better than jerking off ever could be.
Far too soon he was coming, his cock jerking come onto the bedspread below him. And judging from the ferocity and speed of Cal, Cal was close to coming.
With one last shove and and incredibly loud moan in Billy's ear, "Christ!", he came.
Cal pulled out immediately, Billy couldn't stop himself from gasping as the flare of Cal's cock came out. Billy collapsed onto his stomach, ignore the cool wet goo of come on his stomach. A moment late he felt Cal get off the bed and rustled around. Slightly sticky hands shook his shoulder, Billy rolled over onto his back away from the cold wet spot and tried to sit up.
His arse twinged painfully.
"Here, drink some of this." A flask was pushed into his hand. Billy unscrewed the top and took a swig.
It burned his throat and made his eyes water. Whisky. He took another swig and fell back onto the bed. He tried to keep his eyes from closing, but couldn't.
He woke up alone in the bed, but not in the room. The desk clerk was shaking him with an angry look on his face.
"Your time ended a half hour ago. Out."
Billy sat up, his arse was still tender.
He got dressed under the angry glare of the desk clerk. He couldn't stop the blush that spread upwards from his chest as he got dressed. He could barely keep his hands from trembling in anger.
He hadn't expected Cal to stick around, but it would have been nice for him to dump his one night stand outside. Or tell them that you are going.
For still being drunk, he got dressed surprisingly fast. The desk clerk watched him as he stumbled out into the cool night. He didn't have enough money for a room, but it wasn't so cold that sleeping outside was impossible. Just uncomfortable.
Close to the motel there was an empty park bench. He would have to call his Gran tomorrow, and beg for money to get home. It was uncomfortable, but he fell asleep eventually with his head full of regret and revenge against Cal.
***
Billy woke up to find that the room had emptied. He looked at the clock, Jesus it was already two a.m.
"Finally he wakes." A familiar voice said.
Okay, so maybe he wasn't alone. Which made sense since this was Elijah's place. "Elijah, where did everyone go?"
Elijah sat down next to Billy. "I have no fucking idea. Fell asleep too."
Elijah glanced down at Billy's crotch. Where Billy was hard as a rock. "Looks like you had better dreams than I did."
"Uh, yeah." Billy groped for words. Bad word choice there Billy, he thought to himself.
"So who's Cal?" Elijah asked casually.
"I don't know anyone named Cal." He lied easily.
"Sure you don't. That's why you muttered that name when you were sleeping." Elijah said that with a satisfied grin.
"And how long have you been watching me sleep?" He said a mental prayer that it had been after Cal had fucked him. He really didn't want to find out from Elijah that he moaned in his sleep.
"Not long, maybe 15 minutes." Not long his arse. "You know, you're really cute when you sleep." Elijah said before giggling a little. "Dom was right."
Jesus, Elijah was fucking hot and also very drunk. "You're drunk."
"Like a glass of water. Was this Cal person a guy?" Elijah asked, leaning in closer to Billy, slurring his words a little.
"Elijah, you're drunk." Billy moved away, or tried to at least. Elijah moved closer to Billy each time Billy moved away.
"Does it matter if I am? I think that Cal was a guy."
"Elijah..." Billy started to lie again when Elijah met his gaze. Fuck, he couldn't lie to Elijah when Elijah was looking at him like that. "All right Elijah, he was a guy I knew once."
Any hope of Elijah accepting that as an answer was given up with his reply, "Did you fuck him?"
"That's a little personal. You're drunk, you need to go to bed."
"You did fuck him." Any response Billy had was cut off by Elijah straddling him and kissing him.
He had to stop things before Elijah did anything else. "Elijah. Stop." He tried to sound stern, but it didn't work. Elijah kissed him again, deeper this time. "You're drunk and you don't know what you're doing."
"I know exactly what I'm doing Billy. Kissing you." Elijah said as he leaned in for another kiss.
Billy stopped him with a hand over Elijah's mouth. "No Elijah, not when you're drunk. You might regret it in the morning." God knows he had.
"Can't regret what you want."
"Yes you can."
"No you can't, not when you've wanted it for as long as I have." Elijah looked at him, his gaze intent. "Don't you want it Billy?"
"It doesn't matter what I want Elijah. Go to bed. I'll be here in the morning if you want to talk about it then." Billy carefully pushed Elijah off him. "And I'm going to call a cab now."
Elijah sat back down next to Billy, "Stay here Bill."
"Elijah..."
"Promise I won't do anything."
Billy studied Elijah, "Ok, I will. Down here on the couch." Elijah opened his mouth, "Or I go home."
"You're no fun." Elijah said perilously close to a pout.
"Just making sure you don't do anything you regret." And do nothing that Billy would want more of, he added to himself.
"I don't need a fucking baby sitter Billy." Elijah said sullenly.
"No, you don't. You need to sleep."
"Alone?"
"Alone."
"Fine." Elijah got up and stalked out of the room.
Thank God. If Elijah had stayed any longer he might have done something stupid. Like take Elijah up on his offer.
***
Billy was up later than usual. The smell of coffee wafted past his nostrils, he opened his eyes and saw Elijah standing in front of him holding a mug out to him.
"Morning Bill. Surprised to see that you're still here." Elijah handed him the mug.
"I said that I would stay." Billy said before taking a small sip of the hot coffee.
"Yeah, but you did act like I was disgusting last night." Elijah said catching Billy's eye.
Shit. Billy had hoped that Elijah had forgotten about that. "Elijah, it wasn't that you disgust me. You were drunk. I couldn't let you make the same mistake like I did." Shite, he hadn't meant to say that.
Elijah looked at him quizzically, "What do you mean 'Like I did'?"
Billy sighed, he might as well tell Elijah. "I was young, drunk and stupid. That's all you need to know."
Elijah studied him, "Tell me Bill. I want to know." Elijah sat down next to Billy.
Billy tried to resist the pleading look on Elijah's face and failed.
"I was 16, drunk, and had just run away. He was older than me, not sure how old he was, anyway we fucked in an hourly motel."
Elijah blinked, "You ran away?"
Billy laughed humourlessly. "Yeah, not one of my brightest moves."
"I don't regret kissing you Bill."
Time slowed for Billy. "What if I said that I don't you attractive?"
"Then I call you a liar. You're a piss poor liar Billy."
Elijah stopped Billy's response with a kiss. "Am I right, Bill?"
Billy sighed dramatically, "You're right Elijah."
And kissed Elijah for a long, long time.
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Thank you so much for posting this - I've never been able to find much CKR stuff, so this is great to find.
And Elijah wanting to know everything - gorgeous!
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