Chain Lightning II: Sheet Lightning

Like the Back of Your Hand

The Back of Your Hand
Dwight Yoakum

When you give it up for gone but you're still digging in the mine
And you're staring out the window saying everything will be just fine
In keeping with the whole affair every word seems out of line
No matter what angle you get it's polished til it shines

You take a guess where I stand; pick a number from one to two;
Take a look at the back of your hand; just like you know it, you know me too

When you say who the hell am I living with? What just went down?
Where did this come from, why are all my colors faded brown?
When did he change? What's with the rage?
Who's the dude with the extra role, what's the verse, the line, the chapter, the page?

You take a guess where I stand; pick a number from one to two;
Take a look at the back of your hand; just like you know it, you know me too

You think you're lost without any place left to go
Like you need one of those kisses long and slow
At first glance it's not what it seems but there's some things that I just know
Like you take two sugars with a splash of cream
You take a guess where I stand; oh pick a number from one to two;
Then take a look at the back of your hand; just like you know it, you know me too
Yeah like you know it, you know me too; just like you know it... you know me too.

Like the Back of Your Hand

Just a week before Sean left, the whole thing came to a head. The last couple of straws were just too much for their friends. Enough was enough.

The beginning of the end came the evening Dom walked into a favorite pub to meet Vig and Liv. He’d spotted Sean and Billy sitting in a dark corner, quietly—and heavily—drinking together. At first he was tempted to sit with them, but that soon changed when he saw the look on Sean’s face.


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“Stop that,” Sean growled the instant he felt Billy’s hand under the table brushing his inner thigh. “Not in public. I draw the line there.”

“Then I’ll just have to erase that line,” Billy said with a wolfish grin. “Let’s see. If I rub right here,” and his hand cupped Sean’s crotch, “I bet I can rub that line right out.”

This little scenario was but one in a string of sexual encounters in which Billy seemed determined to push Sean to his very limits. It could happen at any time of the night or day, and had happened in almost every situation imaginable. The first had been the men’s room in a café, and again in the canteen bathroom at the studio. Billy would wait for Sean to go to relieve himself, walking in just as Sean finished up. At first Sean found these risky encounters thrilling, but each time it happened, the circumstances grew increasingly dodgy. It went from bathrooms to cars, under stairways behind pubs, once even in the back seat of one of the New Line hotshot’s car. The last had been a dirty alleyway in broad daylight, and Sean had resisted Billy’s advances. But Billy knew Sean’s every weakness, and knew how to exploit them. He only needed to get a little pushy. Billy knew that once Sean had been pushed so far, the dominant streak would show itself, and express itself—at least with Billy—in sexual aggression. Billy knew Sean to be a natural top; he could never see himself otherwise. This was all plainly emotional and sexual blackmail on Billy’s part, and though he knew it wounded Sean’s pride, he also knew Sean could be easily manipulated this way. Billy didn’t seem to care if it wounded Sean. This behavior had become his drug of choice. It numbed his pain, and that was all that mattered.


And now it was taking place in a pub frequented by everyone they knew. Sean felt humiliated and had begun to get truly angry. “Billy, stop it, I said no,” Sean growled again.

“If you didn’t really like it, then why are you so hard?”

“Billy, you’re really starting to piss me off.”

“I know,” Billy grinned. His fingers found the tab of Sean’s zipper, and in the blink of an eye, Sean’s cock was loose and Billy’s fingers curled around it, squeezing and stroking.

“Take your fucking hand off, Billy,” Sean said, a steely edge to his voice.

“If you say so,” Billy purred. To Sean’s alarm, Billy slipped beneath the table and Sean felt the hot wetness of his mouth as Billy battened onto him and began sucking hard and deep. Maybe it was the shock of it. Maybe it was the danger. Maybe even the thought that Billy would expect Sean to make him pay for this later. But for whatever reason, and to his further humiliation, Sean came after the fifth or sixth time Billy took him deep.

Billy slipped back up into his seat smoothly, took Sean’s napkin, and, looking Sean in the eye with defiance, wiped the corners of his mouth. A white droplet clung to his lower lip. Sean was sure Billy did it deliberately. His talented tongue flicked out and collected the droplet as Sean caught his breath. And Sean couldn’t figure it out, but if he was so pissed off—and he was truly pissed off almost to the point of rage—then why did he suddenly have the urge to drag Billy out to his car and fuck him as brutally as he could? And if he did, Billy would certainly deserve it, had even provoked it. Well, then, Sean would just have to give Billy what he so richly deserved.

“Zip me up, you fucking little bastard,” Sean snarled.

“Zip yourself,” Billy sneered.

“Right,” Sean muttered. He zipped up and stood, then grasped Billy’s upper arm and snatched him up. Billy winced at the painful grip Sean had on his arm, but gave Sean a vulpine grin. “Come on. I’m going to take you home and give you what you deserve.”

“Then do it, if you can,” Billy said, again defiant.


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Something seemed to be truly pissing Sean off, though he struggled to maintain his cool. Billy sat slumped down next to Sean with a devilish expression on his face. To Dom’s horror, Billy slid down lower, and then vanished under the table. He couldn’t be, could he? Billy wouldn’t actually blow Sean under the table in a public place… would he?

But Dom knew the answer just from watching Sean, who stared into his glass, jaw clenched. After a few long moments Sean’s eyes closed tightly. He seemed to be struggling with himself. His chest heaved for a few minutes. Then Billy reappeared, took a napkin and wiped his mouth, licking his lower lip. Sean looked furious. Sean and Billy exchanged words in obvious anger. Sean abruptly stood up. He grasped Billy by the upper arm and hauled him out of the pub.


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Sean drove to his place, silent in his fury. No sooner had he parked his car than he was out of it, around it, opening the passenger side door. He grabbed Billy, again by the upper arm, and snatched him up out of the car. “Get in the fucking house,” he barked, shoving Billy hard.

Once inside, he turned Billy around roughly, grasped his face and made him look Sean in the eye. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he said, voice low and tremulous with rage.

“Don’t say you didn’t like it,” Billy growled.

“God damn it, Billy, I won’t be treated like a side of meat,” Sean rasped.

“Why not? Isn’t that what we were to her? Sides of meat?”

“You know better than that,” Sean said, grabbing Billy’s shoulders. He shook Billy hard.

“Then why did she leave us like she did, Sean? I’ll tell you why, because she was using us, that’s why. She never—she never loved us, Sean. Not like we loved her. And it fucking hurts, Sean. It hurts so bad I want the rest of the world to hurt, too.”

“Billy, look, this has got to stop. Look at what we’re doing to each other! Why, Billy? Why is it like this? It wasn’t before.”

“It makes me forget, Sean. That’s why, because it makes me forget a little while. I want it, Sean. I want to drive it all away. And if you can’t do it, then maybe…”

“Maybe what? You’ll find someone who can?”

“Maybe,” Billy said. His eyes looked like hard, sharp bits of glass.

“You can’t mean that,” Sean snapped.

“Oh, yes, I fucking well can!”

“Billy, there are some truly sick fucks out there . You think you want to get mixed up with rough trade? It’s not just a game to some of them. Do you realize how much danger you’d be putting yourself in? Do you understand there are people out there that would use this, use you, to hurt you? Just because they like hurting people? Do you realize that there are morgues out there with body bags full of people who didn’t know what they were getting themselves into?”

“So the fuck what? Who’d miss me, Sean? Jean? You? Shit, Sean, you know as well as I do you can get almost anyone you want. So who would miss me? I might as well——”

“Bloody fucking hell,” Sean growled. He shoved Billy against the wall, pinning him with one forearm while the other hand loosened his belt and undid his trousers. “So you think you’re just a side of meat to me, do you? So you want to treat me like a side of meat, do you? You want it? You think that’s the answer? Well, why don’t we just fucking find out…”

He let go of Billy only long enough to undo Billy’s jeans and snatch them down. He ripped off his own shirt, popping every button. He pushed Billy to the floor and yanked Billy’s shoes off. The jeans went next. He knelt beside Billy, pushing his legs apart and moved to kneel between them. He spat in his hand, slathering his cock with saliva. He pinned Billy’s hands over his head.

“You wanted meat? You’ll get it. And you’ll get the horns, too.” Sean plowed into Billy hard in one precise thrust. Billy cried out, whether in pain or pleasure, or even both, Sean couldn’t tell. “This what you want? Is it?” Sean sneered.

“Harder,” Billy spat defiantly. “Come on, big man, do it, if you can! You can do better than that.”

“God damn you,” Sean growled. The angrier Billy made him, the rougher he fucked Billy.

“I said do it harder,” Billy said, twisting one hand free to slam his fist into Sean’s ribs, twice, then three, then four times. The fifth time, Billy sank his teeth into Sean’s shoulder as well.

In answer, Sean raised himself on one arm. His open hand came crashing down on Billy’s face. He recaptured Billy’s free hand, his grip painfully tight. He ripped into Billy with thrust after thrust. “Is this what you wanted? Is it? Answer me, you little cunt!”

But Billy’s only answer was the arching of his back as he came. By now, Sean was completely into it. Billy had wanted to be punished by Sean, and punish him Sean did. Sean grasped Billy’s legs and draped them over his shoulders, the deeper to fuck Billy. He let the anger take him, bestial and unforgiving, purging and punishing. Billy began to struggle. He looked scared now, afraid of the rage he had quite deliberately provoked.

“Sean, stop it, you’re hurting me,” Billy gasped, struggling harder to free himself. “Sean, you’re hurting me. Stop! Please stop!”

“But this is what you wanted, you little cunt, remember?” Sean snarled. His handsome features twisted in pure rage. “You asked for this and you’re going to take it.”

Billy’s fear fueled Sean’s desires now, mostly because Sean felt hurt that Billy had wanted to provoke this kind of violence. Sean felt used, angry that Billy hadn’t cared about Sean’s own misery, but had instead used it to make Sean do what Billy wanted. Well, if Billy had enjoyed his selfishness, selfishness that had wounded Sean so badly, then he should be punished, and punished in just this way. Sean would not be humiliated like that without getting back a little of his own.

“You wanted this, how do you like it? Hmm?” Sean grimaced.

“Sean, stop, please stop, it hurts,” Billy whimpered. “Please, you’re scaring me, Sean.”

“You wouldn’t stop in the pub, why should I stop now?” Sean growled. “Felt like rape, you doing that to me against my will, when you knew I couldn’t stop you without making a scene. But this? You wanted it, remember?”

“Sean…”

“Shut up, you little slut,” Sean snarled. Again and again he slammed into Billy. “Does this feel like rape? Does it? Does it make you feel like I felt in the pub when you sucked me off against my will? It’s what you said you wanted.”

To Billy’s horror and humiliation, he felt his traitorous body respond, answering the Sean’s sexual rage with his own. His cheeks burned with shame as he fought back tears.

“Now, then,” Sean snarled, “What do you know… You do like it, don’t you? I can feel your cock. Tell me how it feels, Billy. Tell me you don’t like it! Shall I stop? Say it!”

“Nuh——no! Don’t stop, don’t, I… Oh, God, oh God,” Billy heard himself whimpering, begging, to his humiliation, begging for Sean to not stop. He felt like dirt… and he liked it.

“That’s right, you do love it, don’t you, you right little whore,” Sean growled, slamming into Billy harder and faster, knowing it caused Billy pain as well as pleasure. “Go on, whore, go ahead and come like you know you will, like a good whore does. Do it!”

Sean thrust into Billy in such a way that Billy knew Sean wanted to punish him. But Sean was right, after all. Billy had wanted this. He had done everything he could to bring it on himself. This realization was the most humiliating thing yet. Or at least it was… And then it got even worse. Because Billy came, came again, this time more powerfully than before. Hearing himself whimper with pleasure like a bitch, his humiliation—that of himself, by himself—was complete, making his orgasm hit him blindingly hard.

When Sean heard Billy whimper and felt Billy’s body rippling around Sean’s cock in a fiercely powerful orgasm, Sean finally came, thrusting madly and violently, the better to fill Billy with his come and his own pain. At last spent, he rolled off of Billy and turned on his side, thoroughly ashamed. When he could speak at last, he nearly sobbed. “Enough,” he choked. “By God, I don’t think I’ve ever hated myself as much as I do right now. No more, Billy. I can’t do this, not to you or to myself. I just can’t give you what you want.” Maybe Billy picked up on the defeated tone of Sean’s voice. Maybe it was the self-loathing, Billy heard. But whatever the reason, Billy laid a hand tentatively on his back.

“I… I’m sorry, Sean,” Billy said, voice cracked with emotion. “I hurt you, I know I did, I’m sorry.”

Finally Sean rolled back over. Billy lay there on the stained carpet, one hand over his eyes.

“Why, Billy? Why the rage? It’s like I don’t even know you anymore.”

“I don’t know, I don’t, and I don’t understand it, myself, Sean,” Billy said. “I just can’t get her out of my head, Sean. Why did she go? Something went wrong, and I don’t know what. But I have this horrible feeling that she’s in trouble, and it’s driving me insane.” Billy sat up and looked at Sean, a tear slipping down one cheek to mingle with the trickle of blood from his lip. His face bore the red handprint of Sean’s slap.

Sean sat up beside Billy. He reached out with the hand which he had slapped Billy with, but this time, his touch was gentle. He thumbed away the tear and wiped the blood away. The gesture was too much for Billy. He bent his head, a choking sob catching in his throat.

And what could Sean do? He had grown too close, too close to both of his pair. He had known it on some level when it had begun, and now payment was overdue. “Fuck,” Sean muttered miserably. “Come here, laddie.” He pulled Billy to him and felt Billy’s tears drop soft and warm on the skin of his shoulder. “Let it out, Billy. You go ahead, get it out of you before it kills us both. We both have to let this hurt go”

“Where does it come from, Sean? I never felt like provoking you like that when she was still with us. This anger, it’s like a red-hot stone in my chest all the time. It’s like I don’t even know who I am anymore,” Billy whispered. “I feel so angry all the time, and so scared. I don’t understand it, and that scares me even more. Where does it come from? What the fuck just went down?”

“I don’t know where it comes from, hobbit,” Sean said. “I don’t know what just went down. But I do know if it doesn’t stop, it’ll take the both of us down with it.”

Billy sat back then and looked at Sean. He sniffled loudly and wiped his cheek with the back of his hand. “I don’t have the right to do those things to you,” he said. “It’s not right, to provoke you like I’ve done. I feel like I let Jean down, somehow, and you, too.” His nose and eyes were red. He looked a right mess to Sean. “How do I make it stop?”

“You don’t,” Sean said. “But maybe we can.” He scooped up their clothing and stood, offering his hand to Billy, pulling him up from the floor. He led Billy to the sofa, tossing their clothing on the floor beside the table, and taking a seat, pulled Billy down beside him.

“How, Sean? How can we stop it?”

Sean placed his hand on Billy’s cheek, his fingers resting in the red welt where his slap had landed. He curled one arm around Billy’s shoulders, drawing him close.

“Let’s try gently,” he said, doing his best to give Billy a reassuring smile. Billy looked up at Sean, all the trust in the world in his eyes. “I shouldn’t have hit you,” Sean said, moving his hand. He bent and kissed Billy’s cheek where the red palm print was.

“And I shouldn’t have——”

“Hush,” Sean whispered against Billy’s cheek, tightening his arm around Billy’s shoulders. He felt Billy take in a deep breath, shuddering. “Gently,” Sean whispered against Billy’s cheek. “Easy, lad, easy.” He stroked Billy’s hair. “You feel so wound up, Bills, like you could snap if it got one bit worse. I know you’re angry, lad, I do, and I’m angry, too. But all the anger and hurt in the world won’t bring our little stay kitten back.”

“I’m afraid for her, Sean. I’m so scared for her.” Billy slipped one arm around Sean’s chest, snuggling close to rest his head on Sean’s chest. “We used to joke about the brother and sister thing, but really, Sean, it was more like a brother and sister than anyone could guess. I feel like we were supposed to be close, that it was meant to be that way.”

“I know,” Sean murmured into Billy’s hair. “And I was supposed to take care of the both of you. Somehow, I failed. I failed her, and so she left us. And I failed you. I neglected my scrappy little pup, and when I got bit, I over-reacted. That’s not the way it’s supposed to be. You were both supposed to know I’d be there for the both of you.”

“Like when you said if I didn’t know who was in charge, then I would feel like I had to do it?”

“Exactly,” Sean said, wondering if he was holding Billy more to comfort himself than to comfort his special friend. “And now, I’ll be leaving you on your own, soon. Billy, I’m going to worry about you terribly. I already worry about Jean. I wish I could take you with me, I wish we could just take off and track her down. I want us back, Billy, I want it so bad it hurts.”

“Me, too,” Billy said, his voice a near whisper. Somehow Sean’s closeness took the sting out of thinking of Jean. Wanting to return the favor, Billy tightened his arm around Sean’s chest. Sean winced and gave a small grunt. Suddenly recalling hitting Sean repeatedly, Billy recoiled, horrified that he had really hurt Sean.

“I’m sorry, Sean, oh shit, I’m so very sorry, how could I have done that to you…” Billy looked at Sean’s ribs, moaning at the black and blue marks Billy had left there.

“Nothing’s broken,” Sean shrugged. “I’d know; I’ve broken ribs before. Some tape and a little something for pain and I’ll be just fine. I’ll be a little sore for a few days.”

“I’m so sorry,” Billy said, touching Sean’s bruise softly, as if to take back the harm.

Sean took Billy’s hand in his own hand, gently moving it away from his ribs, and held it to his chest, then brushed Billy’s red cheek. “Stop it,” Sean said, his voice firm and decisive, his smile one of reassurance and maybe, just maybe a little relief. “I’m pretty sure I gave as good as I got, anyway. Just let’s not do that anymore, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Billy said, leaning into Sean’s hand.

“Since I have to leave New Zealand soon,” Sean said. “Think we can set aside all this? Take the rest of our time together to mend things between us?” His hand slid from Billy’s cheek to the back of his head, cupping it gently.

Billy looked up and into Sean’s eyes then, his face a mixture of sadness and hope. He nodded his consent.

“Well, being short on time, we’d best get to it, then,” Sean said, giving Billy a warm smile. He patted his thigh, cocking his head slightly. “Come on then, laddie. Make yourself comfy, yeah?” Billy grinned, scrambling to sit astride Sean’s thighs. Sean slid his hands along the tops of Billy’s thighs and let them come to rest at Billy’s slim waist. “Now, isn’t this better? Nice and easy, hmm?” He let his fingers trail up and down Billy’s back. “Nice and easy, giving, like her kisses. She would want this for us, I’m sure of it. She would hate what we were doing to each other.”

“Yeah,” Billy said. “She’d have our balls for earrings. It’s different, though, not having her here.”

“Yeah… different. With just us, you have a kind of wildness about you. Like I said, giving, but a little more… Hmm. Demanding, I think. But very, well, for lack of a better description, it’s like an invitation to…”

“What?” Billy was grinning now, alive with curiosity.

“To tame you,” Sean said. “There’ll be no more of that rough, Billy. Never again, but… I swear, you do want taming. You want a firm hand. Am I right?”

“Aye,” Billy purred. “I like that in you. More… firm, firm and calming, than forceful, if you know what I mean.”

“You want more?”

“I might do,” Billy said, eyes sparkling.

“Meaning yes?”

“Meaning, find out for yourself,” Billy grinned. He slid from Sean’s lap and stood up. “What about it, eh? Do you want more?”

“Enough to go after it?”

“Yeah!” Billy said, grinning, walking backwards away from Sean.

“Actually, not like that,” Sean said, crossing his arms over his chest.

“What, then?”

“A firm hand,” Sean said, “Means I don’t have to chase after you.”

“No?”

“No.” Sean shook his head. “It goes something like this: come here.” Sean pointed to the floor just in front of him. Billy’s breath caught in his throat. He found himself going to Sean, though he had made no conscious decision to do so. “That’s good, that’s my Pippin, my scrappy little terrier. Give me your hand, lad.” Billy extended a hand, again without ever consciously deciding to do so. Sean took his hand and stood up. He stepped close to Billy, cupping Billy’s chin in one hand. He bent and kissed Billy’s forehead. “I’m going to bed,” Sean said. “Now, the only thing stopping you from following me is inertia. You only need to take the first step. The rest should follow naturally enough.” He smiled at the sparks his tone had kindled in Billy’s eyes.

With that, Sean simply walked around Billy and walked toward the bedroom, listening for Billy to follow him. He was not disappointed. He stopped in the kitchen long enough to grab a clean dishcloth and an ice pack. He grabbed a bottle of witch hazel from the refrigerator door, then went to the bedroom and plopped down on the bed. Billy climbed into the bed beside him. He did not fail to note that Sean still kept three pillows on his bed. Sean lay on his back, taking his customary middle pillow—Billy and Jean had squabbled constantly over who got to sleep in the middle until Sean took that place permanently—and gestured for Billy to lie next to him. Billy stretched out close to Sean, mindful to stay on the side away from Sean’s bruised ribs. Sean wet the dishcloth with the witch hazel. He pulled Billy closer, so that Billy’s head rested on Sean’s chest. Carefully, he pressed the wet dishcloth to Billy’s red cheek, placing the ice pack on top of the cloth and holding it in place with his hand. “This should take care of any swelling and redness.”

Billy smiled, snuggling in a little tighter. “You still have three pillows on your bed,” he said.

“Yeah,” Sean answered. “Guess I still hold out a little hope.”

“Do you think there is hope?”

“Well, I’ve been thinking.”

“Uh-oh.”

“Cheeky bastard,” Sean laughed. “You have another pair of cheeks, lad. Better be careful. There’ll be no need to worry about them showing if I decide to leave a handprint there.”

“I love it when you’re all butch. Anyway, you said you were thinking. You think there is hope, I take it?”

“Remember your birthday?”

“How could I forget?” Billy smiled at the memory. “Hey, yeah, I do remember. She said we would always have the option to get back together, didn’t she?”

“She did. Maybe she’ll get in touch with us, let us know what happened, why she left.”

“I hope so.”

“So, I’m keeping the three pillows, then.”

“I like that idea.”

“Billy?”

“Yeah?”

“Just so you know… one of these pillows will always be here for you, lad. Any time at all.”

“Thanks, Sean”

“When I leave, I want you to keep my bed, and my three pillows. When I’m settled in Mexico, have them shipped. You know… just in case.”

“Good idea,” Billy said. “I’ll do that.”

“But for now,” Sean said. “Let’s just make the most of our time, shall we?” He took one of Billy’s hands and guided it to the ice pack. “Hold it on your cheek.”

“Why? What have you got in mind?”

“What I have in mind is a bit of firm but gentle,” Sean said. He kissed Billy between his eyes softly, smiling warmly at the look on Billy’s face. “Now, that’s my Billy,” Sean said. “My scrappy little pup. My hobbit. My Pippin. Good to have you back, Billy.”

“It’s good to be back, Sean. It’s so nice to feel more like myself, and not like some stranger.”

“I much prefer my Billy to that stranger,” Sean said. “I know my Billy so well, I know how to make him happy, and he knows how to give me what I need.”

“He needs you to remind him,” Billy said, nuzzling Sean’s neck. “Remind me, Sean. Remind me of what I know.”

“What we know,” Sean murmured. “Like the back of our hands.”

Sean kissed the hand Billy held the ice pack in place with. Squirming downward, he pressed his mouth to Billy’s navel. “I’m going to kiss it all better,” he purred.

“Don’t you think it’s a little far from my… Oh.” Billy gasped as Sean took Billy’s cock in his large hand and stroked it slowly, tonguing his way lower to slide his mouth down around the head of Billy cock, sucking it gently and softly.

My candy, Sean thought, my devil’s candy...

Sean pulled away just long enough to give Billy’s belly a little nip, and said, “Welcome home, Billy.”

“Good to be back ho— oh! Oh, God…”


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Vig and Liv showed up just after Sean had dragged Billy out of the pub, and Dom related the story to them.

“This can’t be good,” Viggo said, brow furrowed. “I just saw Sean throw Billy into his car like an armload of dirty clothes. Billy pissed him off on purpose.”

“Any word on Jean’s whereabouts yet?” Dom said.

“We know she’s in Florida, but we haven’t found out exactly where just yet,” Liv said. “I’m supposed to hear from them tonight. They think she may be living with someone because they haven’t been able to pin down a residence. Her mom has moved, too, so that was a dead end. Soon, though. I think they’ll find her very soon.”

“None too soon to suit me,” Dom said.

“Maybe we’ll find out more tonight,” Viggo said. Under the table, he took one of Liv’s hands and one of Dom’s hands in his own, giving them a reassuring squeeze.


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“Oh, God, Sean,” Billy gasped, body flushed and trembling with the need for release.

“I said firm but gentle,” Sean said. He had let Billy’s cock slip out of his mouth so that he could blow hotly on the head of it, knowing Billy teetered on the brink. “I never said I didn’t like making you beg for it. You know how much I love it. And you know how much you love it.”

“I do love it,” Billy said. “But I want to make you feel good, too.”

“How would you like to do that?”

“Fuck me, Sean,” Billy said. “I want you to come in me. Nice and easy. No more rough, just do it like we used to do it.”

“I can do that,” Sean said. He moved back up then and found the lube, slicking himself up with it. Then, rolling Billy onto his side and spooning himself along Billy’s back, he slipped his fingers into Billy’s ass, nibbling Billy’s ear. “I have to be careful. It was pretty rough earlier, so I have to be careful with you. Ready?”

“Yes, yes!” Billy said, desperate to feel Sean inside him, pushing his bottom against Sean eagerly.

Sean got his bearings and eased inside Billy gently, tenderly, drinking in Billy’s moan of pleasure. “Yes, lad, that’s the way. Nice and easy, nice and gentle…”

“Don’t forget the firm,” Billy said, pushing back.

“You mean like this?”

“Oh! Yes, that’s it, just like that.”

“That’s it, yes, that’s my lad,” Sean moaned. He moved slowly and gently, building their passion carefully until his cock ached for release, waiting until Billy was a quivering armful of desperate heat. “Oh, that’s good, Billy. Come for me. I want to feel it, I want to feel you come around my cock.”

“Oh, fuck, Sean, fuck!” Billy said in a near sob.

It was time now, Sean knew. This was the Billy he both wanted and needed, the Billy that responded to him so wonderfully, pliant and gentle and giving, yet fiercely hungry, the Billy that needed Sean’s gentle strength. “Come on, lad,” he growled. “Give it to me, Billy. Let me give you what you need. Come, come for me.” Sean reached around Billy and squeezed Billy’s cock, running his thumb in circles around the head.

Billy gave a sharp, high cry, and Sean felt him pulse and ripple around Sean’s sweetly aching prick, Billy’s come covering Sean’s hand. His orgasm hit him deep in his belly, ripping its way down, making his cock throb sharply as the first wave of pleasure took him. He raised his come-coated hand to Billy’s mouth, finger-fucking his mouth while Billy sucked his own come off of Sean’s fingers. It intensified Sean’s own orgasm, and he filled Billy’s sweet little ass, his come spurting deeply and copiously until it only throbbed, his balls drained of every drop.

When the storm was over, they could only lay spooned together as Sean’s cock slipped out at last. Sean’s arm tightened around Billy’s waist. He nuzzled the back of Billy’s neck. “Well? How was it?”

Billy sighed. “I feel… content. Not like with the rough stuff. More… more satisfied.” He wriggled back against Sean, savoring the closeness. “Am I sleeping here, tonight?”

Sean kissed the back of Billy’s neck. “Just try and get away,” he grinned.


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When Sean showed up at the Cuntebago the next day and pulled off his shirt to get in costume, Viggo saw Sean’s ribs were taped.

“You okay?” Viggo nodded at Sean’s obvious injury.

“Bruised a couple ribs,” Sean said.

“Sean…”

“Don’t start, Vig,” Sean said sharply.

“Damn it, Sean! Fuck, I can’t let this slide. Billy do that to you?”

“Leave him out of it, Vig, he’s just angry, hurt and angry, that’s all.”

“I get that, Sean, we all get that. You two are killing each other. It has to stop, and it’s going to stop.”

“Look, Vig, just forget it, all right? We’ll handle this our way. I’ll take care of him, it my place to do that. We’re sorting ourselves out, so just leave it, yeah?”

“Sean… Liv found her. She got word from her people last night.”

“What?” Sean’s eyes suddenly became cold blue-green stones. “Liv had her tracked down?”

“Yeah, Sean. We aren’t blind. We don’t like what this is doing to you two. It can’t go on like this. You can’t keep taking it out on each other like this.”

“Jesus Christ, Viggo,” Sean said grimly. “Does Billy know?”

“Dom’s supposed to tell him today. We have her phone number and her address. We’re going to call her tonight. She should know what’s going on with you two.”