Unfettered Chapter 4
Sorry it has taken so long to get another chapter on!
TITLE: Unfettered
CHAPTER/WORK IN PROGRESS/COMPLETE: Work in progress
AUTHOR:
owlgrey
PAIRING: Billy/ Elijah
RATING: NC17
SUMMARY: Billy is feeling the pressure.
CONTENT/WARNING: AU. You need to suspend belief in the difference in age between Billy and Elijah. Billy is not a cradle snatcher in this!
SPOILERS: Billy has continued to be a bookbinder rather than going in to acting.
DISCLAIMER: This story is 100% fiction. These events never happened. Billy was a bookbinder, but of course followed a different path.
FEEDBACK: I’d love to know what you think of this!
BETA:widdershin
AUTHOR’S NOTE: : This is a sequel to “Bindings”. If you haven’t read that please check it out here. It would help your understanding of this series.
Dom shoved Billy in the arm one more time, “Bills, it’s time to wake up. You’ve gotta get to College!” He had no success; Billy was in a coma-like sleep from which it seemed impossible to wake him.
“Poor bastard!” Dom muttered. He knew he had to get Billy up so persisted with his shaking to no avail. In desperation he grabbed the bottle of water beside Billy’s bed and dripped some water on his head.
“Fuck! What was that?” Billy woke with a start.
“Sorry mate, had to wake you up, you have to get to College,” Dom gave Billy an apologetic pat on the shoulder; “I’ve made you some extra strong coffee.” he smiled.
“Thanks Dom.” Billy went to put his head back on the pillow, but Dom stopped him by putting his hand in the way.
“Oh no you don’t sleepyhead!” Dom went to grab the bottle of water again, but Billy raised his head and gave a big yawn, “I’ll be right Dom,” he assured him and, with a sigh, got up and headed blearily for the shower.
“You got home pretty late last night,” Dom was used to having his conversations with Billy in the bathroom doorway these days. Billy seemed to go from College to work to Elijah’s to do homework lately, and this was the only way he could get to talk to him.
“Yeah, about two o’clock. I have a big essay to do,” Billy yelled from the confines of the shower.
“It’s not good, all this no sleep,” Dom yelled back, “you’ve always needed your sleep.”
“Yeah but I’m right Dom,” Billy replied, stifling another yawn, “I always slept too much,” Billy laughed.
Dom went to say something else, but kept the thought to himself. From years of experience Dom knew Billy was a very easygoing gentle soul, but he could be an obstinate bastard when he wanted to be. He was always teasing Billy that he was such a Scotsman. So he let it go, even though he was worried that Billy had a whole day of College ahead of him, then he was going to do night shift, and then had more homework.
Billy emerged from the shower red and flushed. He had resorted once again to finishing by turning the cold water on, just so that he could wake up properly. His eyes blinked as he brushed the towel over his face. This morning ritual was becoming increasingly more difficult. He dried the rest of his body, the scratch of the towel hurt his body he was so tired.
He dragged himself into his bedroom and grabbed the only clean clothes he had left. He really had to catch up and do some washing. Dom had been carrying him lately, making all the meals and doing most of the housework, and that was not a natural Dom thing to do. Billy felt a twinge of guilt, and resolved to get more done over the weekend.
“Coffee’s ready!” Dom yelled through with perfect timing, “I made it extra strong.”
Billy sat down on the bed. That was not a good place to have sat to put his socks on. He was so tempted to put his head down just for a second. His eyelids were heavy once again and he was getting that surreal feeling. He shook his head and headed into the kitchen, “Thanks Dom!” he smiled brightly, trying to look chipper.
The hot bitter liquid made some progress in waking him up again, but he knew the energy rush of the caffeine would be temporary, “This is great coffee Dom, can I take a thermos with me?”
Dom went to say drinking pure caffeine is not the answer but knew Billy would reply with his usual yeah yeah and that cheeky grin which would disarm him like it did everyone else. He smiled and filled up the thermos with a, “put extra sugar in it for you.” Billy grinned, that special grin he did which had everyone doing exactly what he wanted without him even intending it. Dom smiled back, and indulgently grabbed a Wispa bar from the counter and stuck it in with the rest of Billy’s lunch.
Once he was out the door and out of Dom’s sight Billy slumped against the fence. The whole world was reeling around him, and waves of nausea swept over him. He was so so tired, all he wanted to do was just sleep a little more. But today’s lectures were important, and he knew he had to get there. He took a deep breath and started the ten-minute walk towards College.
~~~
Laura greeted him with a cheery, “Fuck Billy, you look like living shit!”
“Thanks very much, and you don’t look too bad yourself,” Billy replied.
“I’m serious Billy, you look terrible. Did you pull an all nighter again?” Laura looked him right in the eye, “it’s not good for you Billy, all this working and studying.”
Billy said nothing, just grinned and walked to the door of the lecture theatre.
“Are you listening to me?” Laura grabbed his arm and forcibly turned him around “you obviously aren’t well not getting any sleep, and you’re not going to be able to continue like this!”
“I’m all right girl! Just let me get into this scintillating lecture and I’ll be fine,” Billy gave her one of his disarming grins, this time on purpose.
“First of all never, and I mean never call me ‘girl,’” Laura hissed, “How fucking demeaning!”
“It’s an expression Laura, nothing more. It’s how we Glaswegian boys talk,” Billy tried his grin again but Laura’s firm expression of disdain didn’t budge, “Okay I’m sorry, I’ll never call you ‘girl’ again.”
“Secondly,” Laura began again, “You are not going to be all right Billy. You look awful, and you’re not going to cope if you keep on like this. I’m only saying it because I care.”
Billy grabbed her by the hips and brought her in for a hug, “Okay sis…I can call you ‘sis’ right?”
“Yeah, you can call me ‘sis’,” she smiled hugging him back, “but only if you do what your sis tells you to do!”
“I will,” Billy knew it was an empty promise. He had to keep on the way he had been going. He couldn’t afford to do anything else. He had to pay the bills, and he had to keep up with his homework. And there were only so many hours in the day to do that.
Mr. Wood’s voice droned on as he conducted his lecture on Stanislovsky. Billy knew this was a pet topic of his and that it would appear in many an essay and assignment. But it was so difficult staying awake. His eyelids were so heavy, and he couldn’t help them closing. He fought it, but the nausea of sleep deprivation overcame him, and eventually after a few flutters they closed permanently and Billy could no longer fight the need for sleep.
He woke to hear the words, “So ladies and gentlemen, if you’ve been listening you’ll know that’s exactly what I want to see in your essays.”
“What? What does he want to see in our essays?” Billy poked Laura in the arm, panicking.
“Well, good morning Mr. Boyd!” Laura gave him a condescending smile. She pointed to pages and pages worth of notes she had taken, “I’ll copy them for you sleepyhead.”
“Thanks!” Billy said, feeling rather chagrined.
“Lucky you have me!” Laura added, furthering her point.
Mr. Wood was distributing the next essay, which as promised was totally on Stanislovsky. A ball pitted in Billy’s stomach, he had heard very little of the lecture, and couldn’t just rely on Laura’s notes to get a good mark.
Don’t panic Billy. Lij did this last year, remember? You can ask him all about it as well tonight…after work.
Billy woke up for the next session. He always did for the more practical stuff. He seemed to be able to shrug off his exhaustion and perform. He enjoyed that part of the course so much, and however tired he was he would always make it through the class with what Tony called ‘pizzazz’.
As the class finished Billy went to race though the door. However, Tony called him back and waited pointedly for the other students to leave. Billy knew he was going to talk to him about his heavy regime and he steadied himself ready in defence.
“Billy, I can’t help but notice…” he began, but Billy was ready for him.
“I know, but it’ll get better. I promise. I won’t…” Tony put his arm on Billy’s shoulder and lifted a finger to his mouth to silence him.
“It can’t get better Billy. You’re one of the most talented students in this class. You have a natural ability to take on a character and portray them with sympathy. We’re doing a College production of ‘Much Ado About Nothing’. I’d very much like you to be in it.”
The sensible side of Billy knew he should decline the offer. He had little enough time as it was to get everything done, let alone start in a student production. There would be rehearsals and lines to learn; time consuming stuff. But on the other hand he knew that lecturers like Tony didn’t hand select students for productions if they didn’t think they were worthy. A part in the production could lead to bigger stuff in the future, and Billy would dearly love to be in another play. “Bindings” had been so much fun, and although learning about theatre was amazing Billy loved being on the stage.
“Well, I might just go for an audition!” Billy grinned hedging his bets. If he said that he wasn’t saying no but wasn’t saying yes.
~~~
Billy walked into the factory shovelling the last of the chips he had eaten on the way from College into his mouth. As he clocked on Dom patted him firmly on the back, “How ya doin’ sleepy head?”
“Hi Dom! Did you catch me yawning?” Billy smiled.
“No, don’t have to catch you. You’re always yawning these days,” Dom replied real concern in his voice, “You don’t look good Billy.”
Second time someone’s said that to me today.
Billy mustered another grin, “Didn’t know you were monitoring my looks Dom. I’ll wear your favourite shirt tomorrow, perhaps that’ll take your fancy.”
“Billy you know what I mean!” Dom said pointedly before Wykes appeared seemingly from nowhere, and ushered Dom away with a, “Work to be done here Monaghan. Not that you’d be well acquainted with that.”
Billy threw him a sympathetic look, but in reality it was he who was to be pitied. He hated working without Dom. Although they didn’t get to talk much just the physical presence of his best mate was enough. Billy didn’t really know the night shift staff. People tended to drift in and out and were there just to make some extra money to support themselves for whatever reason.
Billy went straight to his machine. The waves of nausea had returned; set off by the smell of the machinery, and the ever-present exhaustion he experienced these days. He went to take a deep breath to steady himself for the work ahead, but stopped midway as chemicals tinged the air. He sighed to himself and began his task at the machine.
Billy usually used his time at the factory to run through lines for their small class productions and to think about how he would approach different characters. But tonight he was so exhausted after nights of burning the midnight oil that he felt dizzy. He struggled to stay awake, aware that lack of attention around the heavy machinery was dangerous. But the rhythmic movement of the press began to lull him despite his efforts and before long he was drifting off.
Billy was woken by the furious yelling of Wykes. “For Christs’ sake Boyd, you nearly lost your hand there! What are you up to man?”
Billy shook his head and looked at Wykes apologetically. To be honest he had no idea what he was apologising for, although he was infinitely aware that he had drifted off to sleep at the machine. “Sorry Mr. Wykes, must be the chemicals affecting me.”
Wykes sniffed the air. “Not so bad tonight,” he grumbled, “Look Boyd watch what you’re doing. It’s the end of my shift and I don’t want any incidents.”
“Right you are Sir!” Billy dredged up a grin and dutifully returned to his work. Uncaring bastard prick! he thought to himself. He looked at his watch, only half an hour had passed. He forced himself to concentrate on the essay he had to write tonight. Although it would be more work Elijah would be there with him. Elijah in those ridiculous glasses curled up on the couch next to him deep in thought pondering over Billy’s every word.
Eventually Billy’s shift finished and he headed off without so much as a “Bye” from his fellow workers. It was a cold and long walk to Elijah’s, but the greeting he got as he knocked on the door was warm.
“Fuck Billy! You look like you’re freezing! Your face is all red and blue!” Elijah’s laugh was tinged with concern. He ushered Billy in, grabbing his face and nestling it close to his chest in an effort to warm him, “In your words you look like shite! Is that right? Is the word shite?”
“Yes Lij it’s shite. And thanks for making such a point of it!” Billy laughed and pulled away from Elijah, “All I need is a cup of coffee and to get this essay done and then go to bed.”
Elijah grinned at him, “Well, I think it’s my job to make said coffee and help you with said essay so I can get you into said bed. Been thinking about that all day.” He ran his hand over Billy’s cheek and then drew him in for a kiss.
Billy allowed Elijah’s lips to remain on his for a short while before he drew away again leaving a disappointed Elijah, “Sorry Lij, got work to do. Mr. Wood and Stanislovsky don’t wait for snogging.”
“Hmm, know what you mean. The dreaded Stanislovsky essay,” Although Elijah was disappointed by Billy’s rejection he could understand why. He had had to write the same essay last year and it had been sheer hell. He still remembered sitting in the pub pouring over his words for hours on end while Billy simply watched, fascinated. Now Billy had inherited the terror essay that was dubbed Wood’s woe by past students, “I’ll get my old notes out…and make that coffee.” Elijah smiled over his shoulder.
They sat for hours, exactly as Billy had imagined; Elijah’s arm wrapped around him commenting now and then on his wording or suggesting another angle he could cover. Finally Billy wrote the last word and, with an exhausted but self-fulfilled grin, turned to Elijah and sighed, “Done!”
“Looking good too!” Elijah smiled, and as Billy flung the completed essay on the floor his arm wrapped around him tighter, “Just like you…looking good and ready for bed!”
The last thing Billy wanted now was sex. He was so so tired, but Elijah’s roving hand spoke of his lust and Billy could never deny him. They got up from the couch, Elijah’s hand in his leading him to the bedroom.
As soon as Billy lay on the bed he could feel himself drifting off. The mattress was so welcomingly soft under him and Elijah’s caresses lulling not arousing as intended.
“Hmmm…you smell vaguely of ink Billy!” Elijah purred as he kissed Billy’s back gently, “I could get high just licking you!”
The joke was lost on Billy. His eyes were closing and all he could hear was Elijah’s soft voice whispering something, he was not sure what.
“Yeah,” was all he managed.
“But this is what gets me high Billy,” Elijah moaned as he undid Billy’s jeans and pulled them down. His hand reached down into Billy’s boxers, gliding over his arse, “Shift up and get these off will you?”
Billy’s reply was a spluttered snore.
“Billy?” Elijah poked him gently.
No response.
“Fuck Billy you fell asleep didn’t you?” Elijah lay back and looked down at his own erection, “Sorry man! Not tonight!” He looked back at Billy indulgently. His mouth was open and his breathing heavy, “Poor fuck! I knew you were tired but falling asleep while I try to fuck you really says something!” He covered Billy with a blanket and then sat cross legged looking at the dark circles under Billy’s closed eyes, “You’re doing it too tough mate, wonder if I’ve done the right thing saying you could do all this.”
TBC
TITLE: Unfettered
CHAPTER/WORK IN PROGRESS/COMPLETE: Work in progress
AUTHOR:
owlgrey PAIRING: Billy/ Elijah
RATING: NC17
SUMMARY: Billy is feeling the pressure.
CONTENT/WARNING: AU. You need to suspend belief in the difference in age between Billy and Elijah. Billy is not a cradle snatcher in this!
SPOILERS: Billy has continued to be a bookbinder rather than going in to acting.
DISCLAIMER: This story is 100% fiction. These events never happened. Billy was a bookbinder, but of course followed a different path.
FEEDBACK: I’d love to know what you think of this!
BETA:
widdershinAUTHOR’S NOTE: : This is a sequel to “Bindings”. If you haven’t read that please check it out here. It would help your understanding of this series.
Dom shoved Billy in the arm one more time, “Bills, it’s time to wake up. You’ve gotta get to College!” He had no success; Billy was in a coma-like sleep from which it seemed impossible to wake him.
“Poor bastard!” Dom muttered. He knew he had to get Billy up so persisted with his shaking to no avail. In desperation he grabbed the bottle of water beside Billy’s bed and dripped some water on his head.
“Fuck! What was that?” Billy woke with a start.
“Sorry mate, had to wake you up, you have to get to College,” Dom gave Billy an apologetic pat on the shoulder; “I’ve made you some extra strong coffee.” he smiled.
“Thanks Dom.” Billy went to put his head back on the pillow, but Dom stopped him by putting his hand in the way.
“Oh no you don’t sleepyhead!” Dom went to grab the bottle of water again, but Billy raised his head and gave a big yawn, “I’ll be right Dom,” he assured him and, with a sigh, got up and headed blearily for the shower.
“You got home pretty late last night,” Dom was used to having his conversations with Billy in the bathroom doorway these days. Billy seemed to go from College to work to Elijah’s to do homework lately, and this was the only way he could get to talk to him.
“Yeah, about two o’clock. I have a big essay to do,” Billy yelled from the confines of the shower.
“It’s not good, all this no sleep,” Dom yelled back, “you’ve always needed your sleep.”
“Yeah but I’m right Dom,” Billy replied, stifling another yawn, “I always slept too much,” Billy laughed.
Dom went to say something else, but kept the thought to himself. From years of experience Dom knew Billy was a very easygoing gentle soul, but he could be an obstinate bastard when he wanted to be. He was always teasing Billy that he was such a Scotsman. So he let it go, even though he was worried that Billy had a whole day of College ahead of him, then he was going to do night shift, and then had more homework.
Billy emerged from the shower red and flushed. He had resorted once again to finishing by turning the cold water on, just so that he could wake up properly. His eyes blinked as he brushed the towel over his face. This morning ritual was becoming increasingly more difficult. He dried the rest of his body, the scratch of the towel hurt his body he was so tired.
He dragged himself into his bedroom and grabbed the only clean clothes he had left. He really had to catch up and do some washing. Dom had been carrying him lately, making all the meals and doing most of the housework, and that was not a natural Dom thing to do. Billy felt a twinge of guilt, and resolved to get more done over the weekend.
“Coffee’s ready!” Dom yelled through with perfect timing, “I made it extra strong.”
Billy sat down on the bed. That was not a good place to have sat to put his socks on. He was so tempted to put his head down just for a second. His eyelids were heavy once again and he was getting that surreal feeling. He shook his head and headed into the kitchen, “Thanks Dom!” he smiled brightly, trying to look chipper.
The hot bitter liquid made some progress in waking him up again, but he knew the energy rush of the caffeine would be temporary, “This is great coffee Dom, can I take a thermos with me?”
Dom went to say drinking pure caffeine is not the answer but knew Billy would reply with his usual yeah yeah and that cheeky grin which would disarm him like it did everyone else. He smiled and filled up the thermos with a, “put extra sugar in it for you.” Billy grinned, that special grin he did which had everyone doing exactly what he wanted without him even intending it. Dom smiled back, and indulgently grabbed a Wispa bar from the counter and stuck it in with the rest of Billy’s lunch.
Once he was out the door and out of Dom’s sight Billy slumped against the fence. The whole world was reeling around him, and waves of nausea swept over him. He was so so tired, all he wanted to do was just sleep a little more. But today’s lectures were important, and he knew he had to get there. He took a deep breath and started the ten-minute walk towards College.
~~~
Laura greeted him with a cheery, “Fuck Billy, you look like living shit!”
“Thanks very much, and you don’t look too bad yourself,” Billy replied.
“I’m serious Billy, you look terrible. Did you pull an all nighter again?” Laura looked him right in the eye, “it’s not good for you Billy, all this working and studying.”
Billy said nothing, just grinned and walked to the door of the lecture theatre.
“Are you listening to me?” Laura grabbed his arm and forcibly turned him around “you obviously aren’t well not getting any sleep, and you’re not going to be able to continue like this!”
“I’m all right girl! Just let me get into this scintillating lecture and I’ll be fine,” Billy gave her one of his disarming grins, this time on purpose.
“First of all never, and I mean never call me ‘girl,’” Laura hissed, “How fucking demeaning!”
“It’s an expression Laura, nothing more. It’s how we Glaswegian boys talk,” Billy tried his grin again but Laura’s firm expression of disdain didn’t budge, “Okay I’m sorry, I’ll never call you ‘girl’ again.”
“Secondly,” Laura began again, “You are not going to be all right Billy. You look awful, and you’re not going to cope if you keep on like this. I’m only saying it because I care.”
Billy grabbed her by the hips and brought her in for a hug, “Okay sis…I can call you ‘sis’ right?”
“Yeah, you can call me ‘sis’,” she smiled hugging him back, “but only if you do what your sis tells you to do!”
“I will,” Billy knew it was an empty promise. He had to keep on the way he had been going. He couldn’t afford to do anything else. He had to pay the bills, and he had to keep up with his homework. And there were only so many hours in the day to do that.
Mr. Wood’s voice droned on as he conducted his lecture on Stanislovsky. Billy knew this was a pet topic of his and that it would appear in many an essay and assignment. But it was so difficult staying awake. His eyelids were so heavy, and he couldn’t help them closing. He fought it, but the nausea of sleep deprivation overcame him, and eventually after a few flutters they closed permanently and Billy could no longer fight the need for sleep.
He woke to hear the words, “So ladies and gentlemen, if you’ve been listening you’ll know that’s exactly what I want to see in your essays.”
“What? What does he want to see in our essays?” Billy poked Laura in the arm, panicking.
“Well, good morning Mr. Boyd!” Laura gave him a condescending smile. She pointed to pages and pages worth of notes she had taken, “I’ll copy them for you sleepyhead.”
“Thanks!” Billy said, feeling rather chagrined.
“Lucky you have me!” Laura added, furthering her point.
Mr. Wood was distributing the next essay, which as promised was totally on Stanislovsky. A ball pitted in Billy’s stomach, he had heard very little of the lecture, and couldn’t just rely on Laura’s notes to get a good mark.
Don’t panic Billy. Lij did this last year, remember? You can ask him all about it as well tonight…after work.
Billy woke up for the next session. He always did for the more practical stuff. He seemed to be able to shrug off his exhaustion and perform. He enjoyed that part of the course so much, and however tired he was he would always make it through the class with what Tony called ‘pizzazz’.
As the class finished Billy went to race though the door. However, Tony called him back and waited pointedly for the other students to leave. Billy knew he was going to talk to him about his heavy regime and he steadied himself ready in defence.
“Billy, I can’t help but notice…” he began, but Billy was ready for him.
“I know, but it’ll get better. I promise. I won’t…” Tony put his arm on Billy’s shoulder and lifted a finger to his mouth to silence him.
“It can’t get better Billy. You’re one of the most talented students in this class. You have a natural ability to take on a character and portray them with sympathy. We’re doing a College production of ‘Much Ado About Nothing’. I’d very much like you to be in it.”
The sensible side of Billy knew he should decline the offer. He had little enough time as it was to get everything done, let alone start in a student production. There would be rehearsals and lines to learn; time consuming stuff. But on the other hand he knew that lecturers like Tony didn’t hand select students for productions if they didn’t think they were worthy. A part in the production could lead to bigger stuff in the future, and Billy would dearly love to be in another play. “Bindings” had been so much fun, and although learning about theatre was amazing Billy loved being on the stage.
“Well, I might just go for an audition!” Billy grinned hedging his bets. If he said that he wasn’t saying no but wasn’t saying yes.
~~~
Billy walked into the factory shovelling the last of the chips he had eaten on the way from College into his mouth. As he clocked on Dom patted him firmly on the back, “How ya doin’ sleepy head?”
“Hi Dom! Did you catch me yawning?” Billy smiled.
“No, don’t have to catch you. You’re always yawning these days,” Dom replied real concern in his voice, “You don’t look good Billy.”
Second time someone’s said that to me today.
Billy mustered another grin, “Didn’t know you were monitoring my looks Dom. I’ll wear your favourite shirt tomorrow, perhaps that’ll take your fancy.”
“Billy you know what I mean!” Dom said pointedly before Wykes appeared seemingly from nowhere, and ushered Dom away with a, “Work to be done here Monaghan. Not that you’d be well acquainted with that.”
Billy threw him a sympathetic look, but in reality it was he who was to be pitied. He hated working without Dom. Although they didn’t get to talk much just the physical presence of his best mate was enough. Billy didn’t really know the night shift staff. People tended to drift in and out and were there just to make some extra money to support themselves for whatever reason.
Billy went straight to his machine. The waves of nausea had returned; set off by the smell of the machinery, and the ever-present exhaustion he experienced these days. He went to take a deep breath to steady himself for the work ahead, but stopped midway as chemicals tinged the air. He sighed to himself and began his task at the machine.
Billy usually used his time at the factory to run through lines for their small class productions and to think about how he would approach different characters. But tonight he was so exhausted after nights of burning the midnight oil that he felt dizzy. He struggled to stay awake, aware that lack of attention around the heavy machinery was dangerous. But the rhythmic movement of the press began to lull him despite his efforts and before long he was drifting off.
Billy was woken by the furious yelling of Wykes. “For Christs’ sake Boyd, you nearly lost your hand there! What are you up to man?”
Billy shook his head and looked at Wykes apologetically. To be honest he had no idea what he was apologising for, although he was infinitely aware that he had drifted off to sleep at the machine. “Sorry Mr. Wykes, must be the chemicals affecting me.”
Wykes sniffed the air. “Not so bad tonight,” he grumbled, “Look Boyd watch what you’re doing. It’s the end of my shift and I don’t want any incidents.”
“Right you are Sir!” Billy dredged up a grin and dutifully returned to his work. Uncaring bastard prick! he thought to himself. He looked at his watch, only half an hour had passed. He forced himself to concentrate on the essay he had to write tonight. Although it would be more work Elijah would be there with him. Elijah in those ridiculous glasses curled up on the couch next to him deep in thought pondering over Billy’s every word.
Eventually Billy’s shift finished and he headed off without so much as a “Bye” from his fellow workers. It was a cold and long walk to Elijah’s, but the greeting he got as he knocked on the door was warm.
“Fuck Billy! You look like you’re freezing! Your face is all red and blue!” Elijah’s laugh was tinged with concern. He ushered Billy in, grabbing his face and nestling it close to his chest in an effort to warm him, “In your words you look like shite! Is that right? Is the word shite?”
“Yes Lij it’s shite. And thanks for making such a point of it!” Billy laughed and pulled away from Elijah, “All I need is a cup of coffee and to get this essay done and then go to bed.”
Elijah grinned at him, “Well, I think it’s my job to make said coffee and help you with said essay so I can get you into said bed. Been thinking about that all day.” He ran his hand over Billy’s cheek and then drew him in for a kiss.
Billy allowed Elijah’s lips to remain on his for a short while before he drew away again leaving a disappointed Elijah, “Sorry Lij, got work to do. Mr. Wood and Stanislovsky don’t wait for snogging.”
“Hmm, know what you mean. The dreaded Stanislovsky essay,” Although Elijah was disappointed by Billy’s rejection he could understand why. He had had to write the same essay last year and it had been sheer hell. He still remembered sitting in the pub pouring over his words for hours on end while Billy simply watched, fascinated. Now Billy had inherited the terror essay that was dubbed Wood’s woe by past students, “I’ll get my old notes out…and make that coffee.” Elijah smiled over his shoulder.
They sat for hours, exactly as Billy had imagined; Elijah’s arm wrapped around him commenting now and then on his wording or suggesting another angle he could cover. Finally Billy wrote the last word and, with an exhausted but self-fulfilled grin, turned to Elijah and sighed, “Done!”
“Looking good too!” Elijah smiled, and as Billy flung the completed essay on the floor his arm wrapped around him tighter, “Just like you…looking good and ready for bed!”
The last thing Billy wanted now was sex. He was so so tired, but Elijah’s roving hand spoke of his lust and Billy could never deny him. They got up from the couch, Elijah’s hand in his leading him to the bedroom.
As soon as Billy lay on the bed he could feel himself drifting off. The mattress was so welcomingly soft under him and Elijah’s caresses lulling not arousing as intended.
“Hmmm…you smell vaguely of ink Billy!” Elijah purred as he kissed Billy’s back gently, “I could get high just licking you!”
The joke was lost on Billy. His eyes were closing and all he could hear was Elijah’s soft voice whispering something, he was not sure what.
“Yeah,” was all he managed.
“But this is what gets me high Billy,” Elijah moaned as he undid Billy’s jeans and pulled them down. His hand reached down into Billy’s boxers, gliding over his arse, “Shift up and get these off will you?”
Billy’s reply was a spluttered snore.
“Billy?” Elijah poked him gently.
No response.
“Fuck Billy you fell asleep didn’t you?” Elijah lay back and looked down at his own erection, “Sorry man! Not tonight!” He looked back at Billy indulgently. His mouth was open and his breathing heavy, “Poor fuck! I knew you were tired but falling asleep while I try to fuck you really says something!” He covered Billy with a blanket and then sat cross legged looking at the dark circles under Billy’s closed eyes, “You’re doing it too tough mate, wonder if I’ve done the right thing saying you could do all this.”
TBC