Photograghic Memory

Photographic Memory
Warnings: None I think..
Word Count: 1247
Disclaimer: This is fiction. I don't own the people or the characters. I make no claims about their sexuality or lifestyles. Still no profit being made.

Chapter 25
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In the den, Karl managed to wrench the remote control from Billy and quickly shoved it into his pants. Lifting both hands in surrender, he grinned at Billy.

"It's yours, if you want it Bills. All you gotta do is take it."

The banging of the door hitting the wall and the sudden blast of cold air cut short any reply. The powerful gust of wind threw the door back and along with the driving rain, it showered the room with sticks, leaves, and all sorts of debris.

David was still on the floor behind the bar. The area back there offered some shelter from the onslaught and he only paused momentarily before going back to his quest to find something, anything, to get that cabinet door open with.

The wind whipped around the room, drenching everything near the door, throwing rain and litter throughout the place. Lamps and glasses were overturned, pictures were knocked from the walls and broken glass was added to the mixture flying around. Only the heaviest items were safe from the onslaught.

The only safe spot; the eye of the storm, was the sofa cushion that Eric had grabbed and was now sitting on in the middle of the room. Knees drawn to his chest, arms wrapped around his head for cover, he watched the storm rage around him.

The roaring howl of the wind as it wrecked havoc on the room and its occupants drowned out all other sounds. Shouting for one another was pointless. The crashing of the lamps and breaking glass mixed with the rising moan of the wind.

Soon, the only light left was the uneven flickering of the fire in the hearth as it gave in to the drenching rain.

The fire had lost its battle with the elements just as something slammed against the window. The noise from the minor explosion was swallowed by the storm, but the effects were instantaneous. The broken window, acting as a funnel, channeled the wind back outside. With the air being driven out, Karl and Billy were able to crawl out from behind the chair and make for the door. In the pitch-black room, they scrambled over the wet, littered floor making slow progress. They found David already there and together the three of them were finally able to shut the door.

Outside, the storm raged on, dancing flashes of lightening offering the only illumination they had. Inside the dark room, a semi-silence settled quickly.

"Eric?"

"I'm over here, Billy."

"Are you.. alright?"

"Yeah, I think so." Actually, Eric was too drunk to be scared and the whole thing had served only to make him feel dizzy and slightly nauseated; but he didn't think he should mention it.

"Where's Sean?"

Karl decided that someone needed to take charge, adopting his best authoritative tone, he clapped his hands together and addressed the group.
"Okay everybody! The first thing we can deduce is.."

"Deduce" Dave snickered.

*SMACK*

"OW!" Billy yelped.

Dave snickered louder.

"As I was saying.. What was I saying?"

"Something about threesomes and shagging, I think." Dave was trying to sound serious.

"Huh? Fuck you. Somebody opened the door.." Karl attempted to continue.

"You think?" Dave was enjoying this, especially considering he was standing behind Billy.

"OW! I SWEAR KARL!" Billy yelled as Karl took another blind swing.

"Where the fuck are you, Daisy?" Karl started swinging his arms out as far as he could reach and succeeded in hitting Billy several times.

"Karl!" Billy started swinging his hand where he thought Karl's face might be.

*SMACK SMACK SMACK*

"Knock it off! NOW!" He continued swinging.

*SMACK*

"Hey! Stop! I'm just trying to offer some guidance here!" Karl retorted.

"Guidance.." Dave snickered.

"You.." Karl lowered his voice, "Just wait till later, I'll show you some guidance Daisy."

Dave rested his hands lightly on Billy's waist. Leaning forward and placing his chin on Billy's shoulder he purred his response, "Big talk for someone that can't even find their target. I think you are the one that needs guidance"

Karl moved closer to the voice, his hands gently coming into contact with the wet tee shirt clinging to Billy's chest.
"I can handle anything you two throw at me."

Karl's hot breath on Billy's face sent a shiver through his body as his roaming hands left a trail of heat.

Billy felt Karl's fanned fingers moving up his chest, he bit down hard on his bottom lip to stop the sounds in his throat. Expecting and anticipating the light fluttering tickle of Karl's fingers did nothing to prepare him for the actual touch. The questing fingers took the sensitive little bundle of nerves and began squeezing and rolling them through his wet shirt.

Dave knew the instant Karl's fingers came into contact with Billy's nipples. He felt the man jump and heard his breathe catch, then quicken.

"What kind of guidance do you need?" Karl spoke softly as he stepped as close as he could get and began to brush his cock lightly against the front of Billy's jeans.

David's hands starting moving up and down Billy's sides, lower and lower each time, tracing small circles as he reached. His hands slipped over Billy's hips, fingers wiggling around until David found a comfortable grip.

Clinging to his hips David pressed his chest firmly against Billy's back and his awakening cock into the cleft of Billy's ass. Dave's warm, wet tongue lapped lightly at his neck. Soft lips pressing gently and sucking at the soft damp skin before nipping quickly with his teeth and moving on. Billy tipped his head to one side, exposing himself to Dave's hot mouth as it roamed slowly up his neck.

Pinching hard and with a twisting tug, Karl's hands abandoned Billy's nipples in favor of his ass. He pulled the Scot forward as he pressed against him. Groaning, Karl leaned into Billy's front while Dave developed his own bump and grind against his rear.

A garbled noise escaped Billy's lips.

Karl reached for Dave's waist, silently urging him to still his movements. In a practiced move, they wrapped their arms around one another and pinned Billy between them.

"Wanna play?" Karl rasped into one ear while Dave's mouth and tongue explored the Scot's other.

Billy swallowed and tried to speak. When he opened his mouth all that came out was a moan. He was feeling dizzy and swaying between them.


"Um guys?" Eric's hesitant voice from across the room. "What's going on over there? Shouldn't someone go find Viggo? Where did Sean go?" A pause, and then, "Umm... is the TV okay?"

"Eric," Dave spoke up first, "Why don't you go find Viggo?"

"I'll bet there is a TV upstairs." Karl decided to throw in some added incentive.

"Yeah, you're right..." He got up from his cushion and moved to the TV. After locating the tape player on the floor, (still connected to the TV), he ejected the tape.
"I'll just go find Orlando and Viggo." He started picking his way across the room.

"Good idea." David said before returning his attentions to Billy's neck.

Karl had dropped to his knees. He didn't have anything to say his mouth was busy mapping the feel of Billy's cock through his pants.


~Continued~