Chain Lightning
Breakfast at the Crossroad
Crossroads
By Don McLean
I've got nothing on my mind,
Nothing to remember,
Nothing to forget,
And I've got nothing to regret.
But I'm all tied up on the inside,
No one knows quite what I've got,
And I know that on the outside
What I used to be, I'm not, anymore.
You know I've heard about people like me,
But I never made the connection.
They walk one road to set them free
And find they've gone the wrong direction.
But there's no need for turning back,
'Cause all roads lead to where I stand,
And I believe I'll walk them all,
No matter what I may have planned.
Can you remember who I was?
Can you still feel it?
Can you find my pain?
Can you heal it?
Then lay your hands upon me now,
And cast this darkness from my soul.
You alone can light my way.
You alone can make me whole once again.
We've walked both sides of every street,
Through all kinds of windy weather,
But that was never our defeat,
As long as we could walk together,
So there's no need for turning back,
'Cause all roads lead to where we stand,
And I believe we'll walk them all,
No matter what we may have planned.
Chapter seven
Breakfast at the Crossroads
“Sweet Jesus, Sean, it’s still raining.” Billy said. He stood in the kitchen and looked out of the window. Sean came and stood behind him and draped his arms over Billy’s shoulders. Billy leaned back against him and tipped his head back a little, so his head leaned against Sean, too.
“Yeah, yeah it is.” Sean said, kissing Billy’s cheek. “You need a shave, little man.”
“Oh. Do I? You don’t like it?” Billy looked thoughtful. “I’ll go shave, then.”
“No, no it’s quite alright, really. Just because you’re the pretty one doesn’t men you have to shave twice a day.”
Billy blushed. Sean knew Billy blushed because he didn’t think of himself as being pretty, as such. Not that he thought he was ugly, mind, Billy wasn’t stupid, but he didn’t think of himself as pretty, as such.
“What?” Sean said, turning Billy around, circling him with his arms, he pulled Billy close and gave him a brief kiss. “You don’t honestly think I would be with anyone who isn’t pretty, now, do you?” Billy smiled and blushed some more. Sean found he liked making Billy blush; it did things to him, it made him mad for Billy’s flesh, for Billy’s mouth, for Billy’s face, Billy’s face that looked like that of a saint, Billy’s face that looked like that of a profane little angel.
Billy stood on his toes, trying to reach Sean for another kiss, but he was a little thing, such a little thing, especially in bare feet and Sean had to bend his head down and stoop his shoulders for Billy to be able to collect his kiss. Again, it was a brief kiss; it was a brief kiss, but an altogether sweet one. It made Sean feel he wanted to just eat Billy up like the big bad wolf.
“You!” Sean said, “You sexy, sweet, pretty little shit. You’re trying to make me forget about breakfast.”
“Breakfast!” Billy said, looking up at Sean with those big, brilliant green eyes. “Now, we can’t go skipping breakfast, we have to keep up our strength, you know.”
“Ah, God, Billy baby, if we don’t stop, there isn’t going to be any breakfast.”
“And we can’t have that!” Billy said. He let a single finger draw a line from Sean’s face down his neck to his chest to his belly and stopped just below Sean’s waistband. Then he squirmed out of Sean’s arms, walked toward the kitchen, turning his head to see what reaction Sean would give. Billy walked with a little strut, a mouth-watering little strut that made Sean want to rip the clothes right off of him and have him right here on the floor.
“Well, you little tease,” Sean said. “Oh, but you’re going to pay for that, little Billy. Little cock-tease.”
“Well, that was the general idea, Sean.” Billy said, eyes at half-mast, a playful smile on his lips.
“Keep it up, little Billy, and I’ll chain you to our bed.” Sean said in that unctuous voice.
“Promises, promises.” Billy said. Then it hit him. Sean had said “our bed.” Not “the bed,” not “my bed,” but “our bed.” Billy’s heart did a sword dance again. He was very quiet for a moment, then he said, “Come and let’s have breakfast.”
Sean went to him, his feet seeming to move of their own volition. “Or I could eat you and skip breakfast.” Sean said.
“What about second breakfast?”
“You.” Sean said. “Appetizer: you. Main course: you. Desert: you.” Sean said, looking at Billy as if Sean was the big bad wolf. Billy blushed again. God, blushing Billy looked infinitely fuckable.
Billy continued to walk toward the kitchen, Billy walked slowly and he noticed Sean walked just behind him, not quite touching him, his face turned a little as if he were tracking Billy by smell. They got to the kitchen and Billy turned to Sean.
“So.” Billy said, “What are we having, then?”
“Look in the oven,” Sean said, “I woke up early, so I thawed it in the microwave and made us a breakfast fit for kings.”
Billy opened the oven and found trout almondine. Wow. Trout almondine. At the table was a bottle of champagne in a bucket.
“O-o-oh, Sean! Champagne and trout almondine, a man after my own heart.”
Sean pulled out a chair and gestured for Billy to sit. Billy sat. Sean poured him a glass of champagne then served the trout. Then Sean sat, and though it was daylight, he lit a candle. The meal was fantastic, though Billy sometimes forgot to taste it, forgot to taste it because he couldn’t keep his eyes off Sean.
After they ate, Billy washed the dishes and Sean put them away. Then they looked at each other and started laughing and an impromptu foot race to the bedroom ensued. Billy got there first with Sean just behind him, and Sean was just about to take Billy in his arms when he suddenly found himself flying through the air to land, bouncing, on their bed. Their bed, not the bed.
“Martial arts,” Sean said. “I knew you were into that, but you caught me by surprise.”
“Just wanted to remind you who’s the boss.” Billy grinned.
Sean took Billy’s hand and pulled him down on their bed. “Well, Billy baby, we both know you could probably kick my arse. But I think we also both know you won’t. Which is why I can do this!”
And with that Billy was flipped onto his belly and Sean swatted Billy’s perfect little bubble of an arse. Billy squeaked.
“And this,” Sean said, flipping Billy over on his back, he pinned Billy down, holding his wrists in one hand and giving Billy a good tickle. Billy was laughing, his nose was crinkling and Sean had to kiss laughing Billy’s nose. “Now, who’s the boss?”
“Oh, I think we both know the answer to that,” Billy said. “And if there’s any doubt, big man, why don’t you just show me who’s the boss?”