Unfettered Chapter 9
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TITLE: Unfettered
CHAPTER/WORK IN PROGRESS/COMPLETE: Work in progress
AUTHOR:
owlgrey
PAIRING: Billy/ Elijah
RATING: R
SUMMARY: Elijah gets a bee in his bonnet.
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.
Chapter 9
“So all up it’s…” Elijah scanned back to the booth and recounted, “five pints.”
The bartender began drawing the amber liquid, the glass tilted to minimise the froth already collecting on the side of the glass. Elijah collected the drinks one by one and carried them over to the table.
“Why don’t you do at least two at a time Lij? Or are you trying to walk off that hot dog you had for lunch?” Laura laughed.
”I can only carry like one at a time,” Elijah replied matter of fact as he balanced the full glass in front of Billy. “We don’t have pints in the States…these are big glasses to handle!”
Laura giggled, “Wusses!” She turned to Billy. “You’re uncharacteristically quiet Mr. Man of the Moment!”
“Tired is all,” Billy shrugged.
“The life of a star is getting to him!” Elijah dramatically wiped his brow teasing Billy mercilessly.
“No the life of a student is getting to me. I had to finish off an assignment last night, had lines for Walker’s class to remember, and had been filming all day.” Billy yawned, his mouth carelessly gaped carelessly. “Believe it or not working on the film is more difficult than the printers Dom.”
“Naah, not buying that Billy Boy!” Dom took a long sip of his pint.
“I know you do it tough there Dom, I’m not denying that. Just it’s a different kind of tired. You have to concentrate so hard.”
“And you wouldn’t be used to using that noggin of yours would you?” Dom knocked Billy’s head.
“Gerroff!” Billy protested.
“So why was today’s scene difficult?” Laura asked, ever eager to learn something about acting.
“Well I had to convey an emotion, but I had that bloody helmet on,” Billy frowned at the memory. “Lighting were yelling one thing, Paul the director was yelling another and then just when we got it right the camera packed up and they had to get another one in.”
“Oh the stresses of it all!” Dom was still in teasing mode. “You should have been at the factory mate. Wykes would have made your day seem like a walk in the park.”
“I’m sure he would have,” Billy replied determined not to take the bait, “and the new guy who’s replaced me sounds like a right tosser.”
“But I bet they wanted you to sustain that look through the whole thing,” Laura observed steering the conversation back to her beloved craft.
“Yes!” Billy rolled his eyes. “We ended up nailing the scene in the end, but it was a hard slog.”
“Hard slog mate is standing over a fucking printing press all day!” Dom sighed, “That and putting up with shit from Wykes.”
“Yeah Dom I can’t say I miss all that,” Billy patted him on the back, “although I do even sort of miss Bob and the guys.”
“Now that’s sick!” Dom laughed, “And if you say you miss that scungy lunch room then I’ll know you’re really off your rocker.”
“No no not at all!” Billy grinned. “We have meals catered for on the set…by a proper catering company.”
“Ooh how la-dee-da!” Dom teased Billy. “Better watch it though Bills you’ll be putting weight onto that super star frame of yours. And that will never do.”
Elijah patted Billy’s belly and affirmed, “Yep he’s put some weight on. You’d better watch it Bills you have to appear shirtless, and they say the camera adds pounds. You’ll look like a chubby little Space Sniper if you’re not careful!”
“Hey!” Billy protested after a quick check of his stomach, “I’ve been working out! There’s a gym close to the studio and I’ve starting doing martial arts there specifically to keep in shape for the part.
“Only kidding,” Elijah brushed his hand through Billy’s hair and whispered, “Although if you want a good working out I’ve finished all my homework, as have you. When we get home we can indulge in some special cardiac.”
“Oh fuck no!” Dom suddenly hissed.
“How did he hear what you said?” Billy looked at Elijah in amazement. “I know he’s got big ears but...”
“He homes in on sex talk that’s what. Those big radar ears of his can tune into het or gay sex from a mile away,” Elijah laughed. “Don’t they Dom?”
“No nothing to do with you perverts. Wykes just walked in.” Dom nodded over towards the door.
“And just as fucking ugly as always,” Billy laughed. He watched as Wykes stood in the doorway, surveying the crowded pub for a place to sit.
“He looks like one of those birds of prey on the Discovery Channel looking for his next kill,” Dom sneered.
“He looks like Blakey off ‘On the Buses’!” Billy giggled.
Dom spat his mouthful of beer out and clutched his stomach, “Fuck Bills he does too! I can just hear him cry Butler!”
“What the fuck are you two talking about?” Elijah protested, “I don’t understand a motherfucking word you’ve said!”
“It was a television show here. They play re runs all the time. I grew up watching it with my gran,” Billy began to explain.
“Blakey was this moustached inspector…just as much of an arsehole as Wykes…looked like him too,” Dom chimed in. “If you were still at the factory he’d be calling, Boyd! You miserable little Scots git!
Billy laughed. “Yeah look at him standing in the doorway surveying the place. Shit I don’t miss all that!”
“I bet he’s looking for a bird to pick up,” Dom laughed.
“Don’t make me vomit Dom!” Billy clasped his stomach.
“Yeah his chat up line would be ‘Hello hello young lady. I’m a factory supervisor you know.” He’d puff out his chest and go, “Fancy a snog?"
Billy quickly took on the persona of said young girl. In the highest voice he could muster he replied, “Ooh factory supervisor? With that moustache I thought you were a Hitler impersonator.”
Dom spat his mouthful of beer out. “Since when are there Hitler impersonators Billy? There’s Elvis impersonators, but not Hitler impersonators.”
“Let me have some creative licence Dom! I’m putting my acting career on the line here playing a girl who’s being pulled by Wykes!”
“True true Bills. As bad a career move as Kevin Costner signing for ‘Waterworld’,” Dom quipped.
It was Elijah’s turn to nearly spit his beer over everyone. “Fuck you two are funny! You’re like a two man comedy act.”
“This is just us Lij,” Billy simply replied.
“Well you should be in acting as well Dom. You have a great sense of timing with your humour. You’re hilarious.”
“I think my brand of humour is just for pissing about in the pub,” Dom laughed, “not the stage or screen.”
**********
A few too many beers in him Billy crawled into bed with Elijah. He kissed him sloppily before making a futile attempt to try and undo his pyjama buttons.
“I put these on because I thought that the state you’re in you’d be incapable of doing anything!” Elijah laughed.
“There’s always hope!” Billy giggled still battling with a button. “I was hoping we could end a good night on an even better note.”
“It was a good night wasn’t it?” Elijah slapped Billy’s hand away, “If you’re intent on trying to seduce me what say I do the buttons? I’ll be asleep before you’re done.” Giving in to Billy’s pouting face Elijah smoothed a strand of hair off his forehead and allowed him to continue the button battle.
“You know Dom was amused by your acting comment. When we went for a slash before we left he said you’re as daft as all hell.” Billy, still fumbling with the button, grinned up at Elijah.
Elijah rested back, resigned to waiting for Billy to conquer his clothing. “I was serious Billy. You two are hilarious together. You’re wasted just messing about at the pub entertaining the guys from the factory.
“Dom’s never known anything but the factory Lij. His dad worked at it and his dad before him.” Billy’s face was serious, but Elijah couldn’t tell whether it was his story about Dom or his never-ending attempt to undo his top button. “He’s never tried at school because that was his destiny; to work at the factory. He wouldn’t know how to study to save himself.”
Elijah’s fingers met Billy’s, sneakily giving him some assistance with the button. “I don’t necessarily mean he does full on study like you and I. Just he’s got a natural talent you know?”
“Natural load of shite more like!” Billy laughed. “We just talk crap together Lij that’s all.”
Billy suddenly let out a whoop. “Yes! Undid the fucker!” He spread Elijah’s pyjama top open and gave a long slow lick of his tongue over Elijah’s nipple. “Now let’s stop talking about Dom. Tonight’s the night I turn the tables and fuck you!”
TBC
TITLE: Unfettered
CHAPTER/WORK IN PROGRESS/COMPLETE: Work in progress
AUTHOR:
owlgrey PAIRING: Billy/ Elijah
RATING: R
SUMMARY: Elijah gets a bee in his bonnet.
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.
Chapter 9
“So all up it’s…” Elijah scanned back to the booth and recounted, “five pints.”
The bartender began drawing the amber liquid, the glass tilted to minimise the froth already collecting on the side of the glass. Elijah collected the drinks one by one and carried them over to the table.
“Why don’t you do at least two at a time Lij? Or are you trying to walk off that hot dog you had for lunch?” Laura laughed.
”I can only carry like one at a time,” Elijah replied matter of fact as he balanced the full glass in front of Billy. “We don’t have pints in the States…these are big glasses to handle!”
Laura giggled, “Wusses!” She turned to Billy. “You’re uncharacteristically quiet Mr. Man of the Moment!”
“Tired is all,” Billy shrugged.
“The life of a star is getting to him!” Elijah dramatically wiped his brow teasing Billy mercilessly.
“No the life of a student is getting to me. I had to finish off an assignment last night, had lines for Walker’s class to remember, and had been filming all day.” Billy yawned, his mouth carelessly gaped carelessly. “Believe it or not working on the film is more difficult than the printers Dom.”
“Naah, not buying that Billy Boy!” Dom took a long sip of his pint.
“I know you do it tough there Dom, I’m not denying that. Just it’s a different kind of tired. You have to concentrate so hard.”
“And you wouldn’t be used to using that noggin of yours would you?” Dom knocked Billy’s head.
“Gerroff!” Billy protested.
“So why was today’s scene difficult?” Laura asked, ever eager to learn something about acting.
“Well I had to convey an emotion, but I had that bloody helmet on,” Billy frowned at the memory. “Lighting were yelling one thing, Paul the director was yelling another and then just when we got it right the camera packed up and they had to get another one in.”
“Oh the stresses of it all!” Dom was still in teasing mode. “You should have been at the factory mate. Wykes would have made your day seem like a walk in the park.”
“I’m sure he would have,” Billy replied determined not to take the bait, “and the new guy who’s replaced me sounds like a right tosser.”
“But I bet they wanted you to sustain that look through the whole thing,” Laura observed steering the conversation back to her beloved craft.
“Yes!” Billy rolled his eyes. “We ended up nailing the scene in the end, but it was a hard slog.”
“Hard slog mate is standing over a fucking printing press all day!” Dom sighed, “That and putting up with shit from Wykes.”
“Yeah Dom I can’t say I miss all that,” Billy patted him on the back, “although I do even sort of miss Bob and the guys.”
“Now that’s sick!” Dom laughed, “And if you say you miss that scungy lunch room then I’ll know you’re really off your rocker.”
“No no not at all!” Billy grinned. “We have meals catered for on the set…by a proper catering company.”
“Ooh how la-dee-da!” Dom teased Billy. “Better watch it though Bills you’ll be putting weight onto that super star frame of yours. And that will never do.”
Elijah patted Billy’s belly and affirmed, “Yep he’s put some weight on. You’d better watch it Bills you have to appear shirtless, and they say the camera adds pounds. You’ll look like a chubby little Space Sniper if you’re not careful!”
“Hey!” Billy protested after a quick check of his stomach, “I’ve been working out! There’s a gym close to the studio and I’ve starting doing martial arts there specifically to keep in shape for the part.
“Only kidding,” Elijah brushed his hand through Billy’s hair and whispered, “Although if you want a good working out I’ve finished all my homework, as have you. When we get home we can indulge in some special cardiac.”
“Oh fuck no!” Dom suddenly hissed.
“How did he hear what you said?” Billy looked at Elijah in amazement. “I know he’s got big ears but...”
“He homes in on sex talk that’s what. Those big radar ears of his can tune into het or gay sex from a mile away,” Elijah laughed. “Don’t they Dom?”
“No nothing to do with you perverts. Wykes just walked in.” Dom nodded over towards the door.
“And just as fucking ugly as always,” Billy laughed. He watched as Wykes stood in the doorway, surveying the crowded pub for a place to sit.
“He looks like one of those birds of prey on the Discovery Channel looking for his next kill,” Dom sneered.
“He looks like Blakey off ‘On the Buses’!” Billy giggled.
Dom spat his mouthful of beer out and clutched his stomach, “Fuck Bills he does too! I can just hear him cry Butler!”
“What the fuck are you two talking about?” Elijah protested, “I don’t understand a motherfucking word you’ve said!”
“It was a television show here. They play re runs all the time. I grew up watching it with my gran,” Billy began to explain.
“Blakey was this moustached inspector…just as much of an arsehole as Wykes…looked like him too,” Dom chimed in. “If you were still at the factory he’d be calling, Boyd! You miserable little Scots git!
Billy laughed. “Yeah look at him standing in the doorway surveying the place. Shit I don’t miss all that!”
“I bet he’s looking for a bird to pick up,” Dom laughed.
“Don’t make me vomit Dom!” Billy clasped his stomach.
“Yeah his chat up line would be ‘Hello hello young lady. I’m a factory supervisor you know.” He’d puff out his chest and go, “Fancy a snog?"
Billy quickly took on the persona of said young girl. In the highest voice he could muster he replied, “Ooh factory supervisor? With that moustache I thought you were a Hitler impersonator.”
Dom spat his mouthful of beer out. “Since when are there Hitler impersonators Billy? There’s Elvis impersonators, but not Hitler impersonators.”
“Let me have some creative licence Dom! I’m putting my acting career on the line here playing a girl who’s being pulled by Wykes!”
“True true Bills. As bad a career move as Kevin Costner signing for ‘Waterworld’,” Dom quipped.
It was Elijah’s turn to nearly spit his beer over everyone. “Fuck you two are funny! You’re like a two man comedy act.”
“This is just us Lij,” Billy simply replied.
“Well you should be in acting as well Dom. You have a great sense of timing with your humour. You’re hilarious.”
“I think my brand of humour is just for pissing about in the pub,” Dom laughed, “not the stage or screen.”
**********
A few too many beers in him Billy crawled into bed with Elijah. He kissed him sloppily before making a futile attempt to try and undo his pyjama buttons.
“I put these on because I thought that the state you’re in you’d be incapable of doing anything!” Elijah laughed.
“There’s always hope!” Billy giggled still battling with a button. “I was hoping we could end a good night on an even better note.”
“It was a good night wasn’t it?” Elijah slapped Billy’s hand away, “If you’re intent on trying to seduce me what say I do the buttons? I’ll be asleep before you’re done.” Giving in to Billy’s pouting face Elijah smoothed a strand of hair off his forehead and allowed him to continue the button battle.
“You know Dom was amused by your acting comment. When we went for a slash before we left he said you’re as daft as all hell.” Billy, still fumbling with the button, grinned up at Elijah.
Elijah rested back, resigned to waiting for Billy to conquer his clothing. “I was serious Billy. You two are hilarious together. You’re wasted just messing about at the pub entertaining the guys from the factory.
“Dom’s never known anything but the factory Lij. His dad worked at it and his dad before him.” Billy’s face was serious, but Elijah couldn’t tell whether it was his story about Dom or his never-ending attempt to undo his top button. “He’s never tried at school because that was his destiny; to work at the factory. He wouldn’t know how to study to save himself.”
Elijah’s fingers met Billy’s, sneakily giving him some assistance with the button. “I don’t necessarily mean he does full on study like you and I. Just he’s got a natural talent you know?”
“Natural load of shite more like!” Billy laughed. “We just talk crap together Lij that’s all.”
Billy suddenly let out a whoop. “Yes! Undid the fucker!” He spread Elijah’s pyjama top open and gave a long slow lick of his tongue over Elijah’s nipple. “Now let’s stop talking about Dom. Tonight’s the night I turn the tables and fuck you!”
TBC