Chain Lightning II: Sheet Lightning

Northern sky

By

Nick Drake



I never felt magic crazy as this,
I never saw moons, knew the meaning of the sea,
I never held emotion in the palm of my hand,
Or felt sweet breezes in the top of a tree,
But now you're here,
Brighten my northern sky.

I've been a long time that I'm waiting,
Been a long that I'm blown,
I've been a long time that I've wandered
Through the people I have known,
Oh, if you would and you could,
Straighten my new mind's eye.

Would you love me for my money?
Would you love me for my head?
Would you love me through the winter?
Would you love me 'til I'm dead?
Oh, if you would and you could,
Come blow your horn on high.

I never felt magic crazy as this,
I never saw moons, knew the meaning of the sea,
I never held emotion in the palm of my hand,
Or felt sweet breezes in the top of a tree,
But now you're here,
Brighten my northern sky.







Chapter nine



Phases and Stages: Magic Crazy as This



Jean was beginning to feel a little better, now, nearly well enough to go back to work. In a way, she hated this. She liked staying at Sean’s place for the obvious reasons, but also because she had been so very lonely. Staying here at Sean’s place was so nice, especially so because Billy had decided to stay, too. The two men had become the center of her life in spite of the fact that what they had was friendship and not actual romantic love.

It did, however, present her with the problem of knowing that when she was well and ready to go home, she would miss not having them to orbit around. Billy and Sean made her feel wanted and needed. When this was over with, and she knew that sooner or later it would be over, there would be a huge empty place in her that nothing else would ever quite fill.

She was never bored here when they were around. As the day grew older, she would begin to feel a little excited, knowing her friends and bedmates would soon be home. She anticipated their arrival, monitoring her chronic pain. If it was mild she took a non-narcotic. If the pain was worse she had to take the strong stuff. It gave her a buzz, but didn’t knock her completely out. She sighed, considering that Jack had condemned her to a life of drug use to dampen the pain. Her heart cried out for justice, but she had no idea how to obtain this justice.

This wasn’t on her mind today, though. Today was special. Sean’s best friend, Viggo, was coming over for dinner. She had baked a trout and made a salad and had the wine in an ice bucket. She was relaxing in a hot bath when her two men came home. They came into the bathroom and Sean let down the toilet seat and sat on it while Billy rummaged in the medicine cabinet. Sean rolled up his sleeve and Jean saw he had lost a bit of skin on his elbow.

“What happened?” she asked.

“That madman, Viggo,” Sean laughed. “He -- just out of the blue—he rugby-tackled me. He’s a nutter. Good man, but a nutter.”

“Aye, you’re lucky, though, Sean.” Billy said. He took down some peroxide and antibiotic ointment.

“I’m lucky?” Sean laughed. “How does getting rugby-tacked make me lucky?”

“At least he doesn’t, well, do things to you.”

Sean laughed. “You mean like picking me up and licking my ear?”

“Hmm. Exactly.” Billy said. “Elbow, if you please.”

“He only does it because it makes you laugh,” Sean said.

“He only does it ---here, now, I’m not done! Be still! He does it because it makes you laugh.”

“True. But, Billy, it is funny! I wish you could see your face when he picks you up. I can always see it coming, that look you get, like, ‘oh, no, he’s got that look, help!’ And then he picks you up and you scrunch your face up…”

“Because I know what’s next.”

“Yes! And every single time he licks your ear, you yelp…and then you laugh.”

“If he picked you up and licked your ear once or twice a week you would yelp, too.”

“What if I pick you up and lick your ear once or twice a week?”

“Well, Mr. Bean, that is another matter altogether. All done.”

Sean stood up, then, quick as lightning, he looped his arms around Billy, pinning his arms to his sides, lifted him off his feet, and licked his ear. Jean watched Billy’s feet dangle limply. Billy didn’t yelp. Billy didn’t laugh. What Billy did do was moan. He went as limp as a noodle. Sean put him back down.

“Cock-tease!” Billy said. He reached into Jean’s bath-water and splashed Sean. Sean picked Billy up again and leaned over the bath.

“Shall I, Jean?” Sean asked.

“Be my guest, Sean!” Jean waved a hand over the water and drew up her legs.

Sean dumped Billy in the tub with Jean, clothes and all. Billy retaliated by grabbing Sean’s shirt, throwing him off balance, so that all three were now in the tub. The three began having a water-fight, splashing each other and shouting like children, which is why they didn’t hear it when the front door was opened, someone walked in, went down the hall and opened the bathroom door.

“Well,” said Viggo, laughing and shaking his head. “Isn’t this…interesting?”

Billy had his head between Jean’s bare breasts, leaning back against her. Her hand was stroking Billy’s lower belly while Billy had one wet-sock clad foot at Sean’s crotch. Sean was doing the same to Billy.

“Oh, no!” Jean groaned.

“Oh, fuck!” exclaimed Billy.

“Oh, yes!” Sean said with a wicked laugh.

“Sean, you selfish bastard!” Viggo accused. “You’ve been holding out on me!”

“Matter of fact, Vig, I have.” Sean said, completely unrepentant. He rose from the tub and stepped out dripping wet.

“You lucky son-of-a-bitch!” Viggo commented.

“Yeah, you could say that.”

“A threesome. With a hobbit, no less!”

“With a hobbit. Yes,” Sean said with a self-satisfied sigh.

“I see.” Viggo said, turning his attention to Billy. “And you! Mr. Who-Innocent-Little-Me!” Viggo had a look on his face as if he was thinking up some mischief.

“Sean!” Billy yelled. “He’s got that look!”

“Yes, I see.” Sean grinned.

“Sean, he’s going to – no! Sean, don’t let him, please!” Billy cringed as Viggo bent over the tub.

“Be my guest,” Sean said with a courtly nod to Viggo.

Viggo fished Billy out of the tub, pinning his arms to his sides. Billy scrunched up his face and started giggling like a child. Viggo’s tongue slowly snaked out. The second it touched Billy’s ear, his eyes widened, he yelped and he began laughing hysterically.

Jean shook her head, now laughing along with Sean.

“See?” said Sean, “That’s why he does it.”

Jean stood up and Sean tossed her a towel. Viggo promptly dropped Billy, who was now out of breath from laughing so hard.

“Shy little thing, isn’t she?” Viggo grinned.

“She used to be a stripper.” Sean said.

“Not a shy bone in my body,” Jean said with a brazen look at Viggo.

“Vig isn’t exactly shy either,” Sean said. “He has quite a collection of nude photography with quite a few wonderful subjects.”

Jean toweled her hair. This made her breasts jiggle quite nicely, and with the bathroom so crowded all three men were getting a close-up and personal view of her feminine charms. When she had dried herself, she turned her attentions to Billy, toweling his hair. As she worked on his hair she gave him a peck on the lips. “My poor little brother,” she cooed, “Are these big bullies picking on you, my sweet little Scottish thistle?”

Billy pasted a patently false pout on his face and added his mournful puppy-dog eyes for good measure. “Yes, they are. Won’t you protect me from them, sweet sister?”

“I certainly will, my poor little brother, my dear, sweet little blossom.” Jean said, giving a wink to Sean and Viggo. “Let sis get you out of these wet clothes, sweetie-pie. Sister will kiss it all better.”

Viggo listened, noting the reference to sisters and brothers; he looked more closely at the pair. Jean unbuttoned Billy’s shirt and peeled the wet garment off. She kissed Billy’s cheeks and mouth as she toweled Billy’s chest and back. As Billy turned around to have his back dried, Viggo could see them both from the front, and the reference to brother and sister finally clicked for him

“Good God,” Viggo said, looking very closely at the pair. “You look like twins!”

“So Sean says,” Billy and Jean said at once. They did this often. Neither had gotten used to it, and they always looked at each other and laughed when they did it. They did this now and Viggo could see they were near identical in profile as well. Even their facial expressions were identical, their noses crinkled the same, their brows rose the same, their laughter sounded the same, and even their skin-tone was the same. Viggo noted they were also the same height.

“Sean why didn’t you tell me about this?” Viggo asked. “You know I have to photograph them together now. There’s no way I can pass up something like this."

“You’ll have to take that up with them,” Sean said. He stepped up behind Jean and Billy and slipped his arms around them from behind. “As for why I haven’t told you, well, just call me selfish.” Sean gave Jean and Billy a peck on the cheek and pulled them into a hug, pressing his body against their two bodies. He tightened his arms around them and sighed contentedly. “I guess I just want to keep them to myself.”

“Well, isn’t that just precious!” Viggo grinned.

Jean turned around to face Sean and slipped her arms around his neck. “As a matter of fact, it is precious.” she said, smiling affectionately up at Sean. “Poppa takes good care of us, so we don’t mind at all if he wants to keep us to himself.” She gave Sean a less-than-sisterly kiss, turned to Billy and kissed Billy the same way, then slipped out of the bathroom. “I’m getting dressed,” she said, “I’ll be out in a tick.”

Viggo watched her ass as she walked by him, then turned his attention back to Sean. “Us?” he asked pointedly. “Us?” he said again, this time looking pointedly at Billy. Billy blushed deeply.

“Ummm, I think I should go get out of these wet jeans.” Billy said, trying to squirm away from Sean. Sean laughed at Billy’s embarrassment and decided he would have a little fun. Instead of letting Billy leave, he tightened his arms around the smaller man.

“Vig, you embarrassed him!” Sean said. He decided to push the envelope a little by turning Billy around and holding him in an inescapable bear hug. “Don’t embarrass my little Billy-boy! Give Poppa a kiss, darling!”

“Sean, stop.” Billy scowled, “If you don’t let me go, you won’t be getting anything from me, much less a kiss.”

“Oh, don’t be like that, poppet!” Sean grinned. “Come on, give Poppa a kiss, won’t you?”

“Sean, damn it!” Billy growled. “Will you just let me go? A joke is a joke, but I’ve had enough of this.”

“That’s not what you said last night!” Sean laughed, but he let Billy go. Billy bent over and picked up his wet shirt. Viggo didn’t fail to notice Sean was looking at Billy’s ass when he bent over. The wet jeans clung to Billy like a second skin, so Viggo also didn’t fail to notice that Billy actually had a fairly nice ass, small and tight, yet rounded enough that it had a nice under-curve. Billy stood up and both of the other men pretended to have been looking at something else. Billy dodged around Sean to leave the bathroom but Viggo blocked his way.

Billy looked up at Sean, clearly a little irritated. “What?” he said.

“Us?” Viggo said, “Come on, Billy…tell Uncle Viggo. Have you been giving Sean some?”

Billy opened his mouth to speak, but Sean cut him off. “Okay, Vig, fun is fun, but let’s lay off the hobbit a little, shall we?”

“Thank you, Sean.” Billy said, then turned to Viggo and with a very cheeky look on his face and a wink at Sean, he said, “And as long as you’re asking, Viggo, yes, in fact I have been giving Sean some. In fact, Jean and I have been giving Sean quite a lot.” He squirmed by Viggo and went into the bedroom where Jean was still getting dressed.

Viggo looked at Sean, grinned and shook his head. “You lucky bastard.” he said. “For the record, I’d keep them to myself, too.”

“Good of you to understand,” Sean said. He took a towel and draped it across his shoulders, handing Viggo a second towel. “Got yourself a bit wet, didn’t you? Want one of my shirts?”

“Sure,” Viggo replied. They left the bathroom just as Jean was coming out.

“Going into the bedroom to change?” she asked.

“Yeah, and to get Vig a dry shirt.” Sean answered. “Be a love and pour the wine, will you?”

“Sure,” Jean said. “Sean?”

“Yeah?”

“You really embarrassed Billy,” she said. “Be nice, okay?”

Sean went into the bedroom and Jean and Viggo went to the dining room. She poured wine into glasses and handed Viggo a glass. She noticed Viggo was watching her.

“What?” she said, smiling broadly, and added “You have a funny look on your face.”

“Well, I couldn’t help hearing you and Sean talking,” he replied. “You take this sister bit seriously, don’t you?”

“We play around, but yes, I do take it seriously. They’ve been so good to me. So good for me, too.” She raised her glass to Viggo. “Here’s to us,” she said.

“I’ll drink to that!” Viggo said, raising his glass, then taking a sip. “But when you say ‘us’, who’s included?”

“Well,” she said, “Since we were talking about the sister thing, I was talking about Billy and Sean and me, but I was including you, too. I know you and Sean are pretty tight.”

“Yeah, you could say that,” Viggo said. “He’s a wonderful person. So is Billy.”

“To Billy and Sean, then!” she raised her glass again, and again they drank a toast.

“What else shall we drink to?” Viggo asked.

“Hmm. How about to sex without socially redeeming values?” she grinned.

“Hear, hear!” Viggo said. They drank yet again.

“So, you’re a shutterbug?” Jean put the salad on the table, noticed the silverware wasn’t just so, and straightened it up.

“Yeah, I love it. I take pictures almost constantly of almost everything.” Viggo answered. “Speaking of which, I’d like to shoot you and Billy together. I can’t get over how much the two of you look alike. I’m getting some pretty good ideas of how I’d like to shoot you, poses, props, lighting, the works. Even candid.”

“Well, I’m game, you’ll have to ask Billy. I will if he will.” she shrugged.

“You will if I will what?” This was Billy. He was carrying salad dressing and dinner rolls. He set them on the table, then poured himself a glass of wine.

“I want to shoot Jean and you.” Viggo explained.

Billy shrugged. “If it’s cool with Jean, I don’t see why not.”

Sean brought the trout to the table and they settled in to enjoy their meal. They chatted while they ate, mostly small talk. After their meal Jean shooed the men into the living room, insisting on doing her job as a housekeeper and doing the cleaning up. When she finished up she went to the living room to join them. Viggo had apparently gone outside to get his camera from his car and was walking back inside as Jean settled down between Billy and Sean.

Viggo said nothing, he simply raised his camera and took a few shots. He asked her to put her arms around each man while they rested their hands on her upper thighs and he took a few more shots. Apparently he was enjoying this quite a lot.

“Look,” he said, “I’d like to ask Billy and Jean if they’d pose for me. On the dining table.”

“On the dining table?” Jean asked.

“Yeah, yeah, it’ll be great. Come on.”

He went back to the dining room, followed by Sean, Jean and Billy. Jean cleared the table of a vase and took the tablecloth off. She hopped up on the table and gestured to Billy to join her. Billy went to do as he was asked.

“Billy, wait, not yet.” Viggo said. “I want you to put your glass on the table and sit by it. Jean, I want you to lie on your back. That’s almost right, but put your legs in front of Billy and pull them up a bit. Little closer to Billy. That’s good. Billy, hold your glass.”

Viggo moved so that he was standing nearest to Jean’s head, while her behind was almost on the edge of the table in front of Billy. Billy looked towards Viggo from between Jean’s thighs. “Ah, I see!” Billy grinned. “I’m having Jean for dinner!” Billy grinned.

“Right!” said Viggo. “Jean, spread your legs just a little more. Billy, look at her, not me, look at her…nevermind.”

Billy was looking right at her crotch. His interest was not feigned. He swished the wine around in his glass and took a sip, and then leaned forward so that his face was inches from Jean’s crotch, closed his eyes and inhaled. Viggo’s camera was whirring away, taking shot after shot. “God, Jean, Billy, that was great! Jean, could you take off your top? Billy, shirt, please?”

They both complied. “Excellent, excellent. No, don’t sit, Billy. Stand and lean over her.” Viggo moved so as to catch them in profile. “Okay, Billy, now get on the table. And unzip your fly. You too, Jean.”

Billy unzipped while Jean was doing the same, then climbed up on the table. “Closer, Billy, put your face close to hers. Great, great, now I’m getting both of your faces; really shows how much you two look alike. I want you to kiss.” Viggo’s camera continued whirring, capturing image after image. “Could I talk you two into getting naked?” Viggo asked. Jean and Billy looked at each other and shrugged. Off came their pants and underwear. “Okay, now, I want you both on your knees, face to face. Billy, I want your hand on her waist, Jean, you put your hand on his shoulder. No, the other hand. Good! Great! Now, kiss. Oh, yeah, oh Jesus…that is so fucking hot! Billy, put your hand just under her breast. Jean, I want you to put your hand on Billy’s ass. A little lower. Good, good! Mmmm, yes, twincest! God, that’s hot. Kiss her harder, Billy.”

Billy pulled back. “I think we have to stop now, Vig.” Billy said. He pointed down at his cock. Billy was getting a pretty good case of wood.

“Oh, come on!” Viggo cajoled. “Just a little?”

Billy hopped down from the table and retrieved Jean’s clothing. “No, Viggo. For Jean’s sake, no.” He gave Jean his hand and helped her down from the table.

“Oh, please!” Viggo pleaded. “It was getting so…so…”

Sean joined Billy in the matter. “No, Vig. We have to think of Jean.”

“Well, what do you say, then, Jean?” Viggo asked.

“Actually…I think I’d like to. I’d like to very much.” she said.

“Jean!” Billy cried, “Jean, you don’t have to do this!”

“No, Billy, I know I don’t. I want to do it. And I want to do it with you and Sean.”

“What?” Billy and Sean said as one.

“I have an idea. I want to do it. I want pictures of us three doing everything. I want to send Jack a little present. I want to show him what he could have had and never will.”

Billy and Sean looked from Jean to each other. Sean had begun to grin. It seemed to be catching, because Billy grinned too, and Jean said, “Yes!” Still clutching her clothing, she practically skipped to the bedroom, looking back over her shoulder and calling, “Well, come on, slowpokes!”

Viggo started after her, and then Billy snatched up his clothes and ran after her with Sean dodging around Viggo, hot on Billy’s heels.