Doesn't Like It

Sean doesn't like it when Billy surfs. Too much can happen, there are too many risks to suit him. Once he had watched with horror as a shadow beneath the waves tailed Billy, and Billy had never even seen it. Sean had been sure it was a shark. Fortunately it turned out to be a seal, but it still took some time before his heart stopped beating against his ribs like a hammer. When Billy came to shore Sean scooped him into his arms, oblivious to any onlookers. There had been none that day, but at that moment, it wouldn't have mattered. He held Billy tight in trembling arms, throat tight with emotion, and didn't calm down until Billy had given him those warm, reassuring kisses. Later the kisses will spill over into the bedroom, and when Sean fucks Billy he will feel at peace once again, knowing Billy is there in his arms, sleeping off the afterglow.

Sean doesn't like it when Billy has a project. The house is too big and empty without Billy. Multiply that emptiness times ten in Sean's bed. He worries, worries that Billy might just get a little too lonely while he's away, and Sean just can't bear the idea of life without Billy. When Billy comes home, he knows Sean will be there, waiting to make up for lost time, waiting to be reassured, and Sean hates having to be reassured, because that means his need for Billy is insurmountable. So Sean will fuck Billy every way he can think of, spending long, wonder-filled days and nights in Bed. He won't even let Billy bother to go downstairs to eat, but will bring his meals upstairs instead, waiting for Billy to refuel for yet more sex.

Sean doesn't like it when Billy flirts with other people. He doesn't like the ice-cold fear or the vertiginous feeling of being unsure. And Billy is such a flirt. He flirts with Viggo, with Dom, with Karl, Hell, he flirts with everyone. When Billy flirts with other men it feels like turbulence to Sean. And damn it, Billy knows how possessive Sean is, knows that the green of Sean's eyes are nothing compared with the color of his jealousy. When he gets Billy home, Sean will make love to him with nearly punishing passion, fucking him until his cock throbs and Billy makes that little sound. It's a sharp, short cry, like some wild thing in the jaws of a predator, and Billy will come so hard his eyes water. Sean, in his most jealous and possessive state, has to leave a mark: this is his territory, and no one else's, and Billy loves it when Sean does that.

Sean doesn't like any of those things Billy does, but somehow he's always a little excited when Billy does those things, because he knows that in the warm safety of their bed, nothing can touch Billy, not while Sean's arms hold him so close to his heart. And because Billy needs to give himself a reason to have Sean take him completely, needs to make Sean a little fearful or insecure or jelous, because that's when Sean kisses him in ways that touch his very soul, and fucks him in ways that shake him to his very core. Billy needs to feel needed, needs to know Sean can't live without him, because deep down, Billy knows he can't live without Sean, either.

And Sean... Sean eats it up like honey and butter. There's no fear or insecurity or interlopers that can enter the safe shelter of Sean's arms. In the dark, deep ocean of Sean's heart lies a refuge that is nothing less than perfect. And for that, there is nothing Billy won't do.

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