Chain Lightning III - How to Cut a Diamond

How to Cut a Diamond


Chapter seven


Wrapped Around Your Finger


If Sean had been trying to fool himself before, he dropped that pretense now. He stood hanging his head a few minutes, filled with shame and remorse…and with something much darker, much more primal, something from the most primitive part of the human brain. It was the ancient drive hard-wired into every human male ever born, the purely animal urge to protect his territory, an urge no man can deny. He suddenly found his fist had fired off a shot at the window of his car, leaving the classic spider-web pattern in the glass of the driver’s side door. His other hand clenched around the note and the photo. His thoughts were dark and noisy, so noisy he could make no sense of them.

He got into his car and peeled out, his jaw clenched, hands in a stranglehold on the wheel in spite of the pain in his hand he was only just now able to recognize. He must have broken every law on the books by the time he got to Viggo’s place. He pounded Viggo’s door with his injured hand. It hurt like hell, but fuck that. It was no more than he deserved. This, however, did not spare Viggo when he opened the door. Sean jumped him the second he got a foot in the door. He didn’t even realize what he had done until he heard Billy’s shouted curses and felt himself being knocked to the floor.

Sean looked up at Billy, finally putting two and two together. Billy knew martial arts, and it had been Billy who had laid Sean flat out on the floor. Billy stood over him, fists clenched, red-faced with anger. What was he saying? Sean’s mind was so clouded with rage it was as if Billy was speaking in some otherworldly tongue for a few moments, then he began to be able to make out what Billy was saying.

It wasn’t pretty, either. Billy was cursing him for everything in the book and some things not in any book. All perfectly accurate and true, Sean thought. Sean managed to get to his feet, and when he did he seemed to suddenly be speaking against his will.

“Billy, I’m sorry!” he said. He reached out one hand, trying to touch Billy’s shoulder. Billy slapped it away.

“Good God,” Billy said coldly, “How do you live with yourself?” For some odd reason Sean noticed that Billy’s accent thickened when he was angry, just as it did when he was turned on and ready to pop. At the latter thought, Sean’s throat tightened almost painfully.

“You’re right, Billy.” Sean said. His shoulders drooped. “I deserve anything you say to me. That was a fucked up thing to do.”

“To say the least,” Billy said softly. “How could you do it, Sean? How could you? Viggo is supposed to be your best mate.”

Sean shook his head hard like a wet dog. What? What the fuck was Billy saying?

“You should be thanking him, Sean.” Billy continued. “You should be ashamed of yourself. You don’t run across friends like that every day, and if you’re lucky enough to find one, you don’t go nailing him in his own fucking house for nothing.”

“For nothing?” Sean said, surprised by the venom in his own voice.

“You heard me!” Billy said. His eyes burned with anger, so much anger Sean could hardly look at him. “Oh, yeah. When he dropped that picture and I picked it up, Jesus, Sean! I felt so fucking betrayed. Used. It was like a knife in the back. And Viggo wouldn’t talk. And believe me, I did my best to make him talk. He finally drove off just to get away from me and I followed him here.”

“What? Billy, I don’t understand.” None of this was making any sense. “Billy, what are you saying?”

“I finally got it out of him,” Billy said, his voice lower and softer now. “When I realized what you’d done to my car, I could have killed you. Sean, Jesus, it hurt. It hurt to think that…that…”

“Oh, God, Billy, I’m so sorry, I’ve been a perfect monster.” Sean’s head drooped. “I didn’t think that you might…I mean, I thought it was just going to be…oh, fuck! Jesus, you must hate me. And I deserve it.”

“Sean?”

“What?”

“Just shut the fuck up and listen, okay?”

“Okay,” Sean said meekly. “Go ahead. Unload on me. It’s no more than I deserve.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, just shut the fuck up for two minutes and listen, okay?”

Sean nodded, finally managing to force himself to look at Billy. Billy wasn’t angry anymore. At least that was something.

“Sean, I know.” Billy said. Sean gritted his teeth, expecting Billy to spew venom, and rightly so. “Viggo didn’t mean to drop that picture, Sean. He didn’t. And he told me he invited me here to wait for you for a reason. He said that if you thought he and I were…well…he said that you’d come to your senses. He said, he said…”

“I said that you love him,” Viggo finally interrupted. “I said you were just scared, because you hadn’t expected Billy to fall for you, and when he did, it scared the hell out of you. Because you had already fallen for him. Only you didn’t know it.”

“What?” Sean said. He seemed to be saying ‘what’ an awful lot tonight. “Viggo, you…you mean you’ve been over here trying to get my stupid arse out of the hot water I got into? You’ve been here with Billy trying to keep him from hating me?”

“Yeah,” Viggo said. “Which means you owe me, Bean. You owe me big time.”

“I’ve been a complete asshole, haven’t I? To both of you.”

“Sean?” Viggo said.

“Yeah?”

“Shut the fuck up and take Billy home. And don’t apologize again. I shouldn’t have baited you all day, so this is partly my fault, okay?”

“But Vig! How can you say that when I just…”

“Forget it, Bean. My bad, okay?” Viggo gave his shoulder a squeeze. “Now, if I were you, you know what I’d do?”

“What’s that?”

“I’d collect a certain Scot, take him home and, well, you’re a big boy, you connect the dots.” Viggo laughed. “Now get yourself together and get the fuck out of here. You can’t do everything you need to do here, and I’m tired as hell and ready to collapse. Go! Get out! Both of you!” Viggo gave them both a push toward the door and before either Billy or Sean knew what was happening, they were on the other side of Viggo’s door and headed for Billy’s car. Billy paused as he passed by Sean’s car, looking at the busted window.

“Sean, what happened?” Billy said, giving Sean a concerned look.

“Well, when I found your note and that picture…I guess I lost it.” Sean said sheepishly.

“You…you beat up your car?” Billy said. Sean looked at Billy and noted a look of mild surprise, perhaps even amusement.

“Yeah, I did. Served it right.”

“Sean?”

“Yeah?”

“Hand, please.” This was not a request. Sean obediently let Billy examine his hand. Billy clucked his tongue disapprovingly. “Why, Mr. Bean! Now, why did you go and do that? Didn’t you realize you can’t have your hands full if one of them is hurt?”

Sean looked at Billy and saw a gentle smile on his face. He felt his spirits rise a bit at that. “Come home with me, Billy.” Sean said.

“Why, Mr. Bean, is that an order?”

“Matter of fact, yes, it is.”

“Well, then, as long as it’s an order…”

The ride to Sean’s house seemed to take an excruciatingly long time. When at last they were in Sean’s house and behind closed doors, Billy took Sean’s hand and lead him to the bedroom. Without a word, he undressed Sean and pulled back the covers, then undressed himself and climbed into bed. He laid down on his back, hands behind his head, grinning mischievously.

“Well,” he said softly with just a hint of that smartass tone of voice, “Don’t you think you should try to make it up to me?” He waggled his brows up and down with a wicked grin. Sean sighed. He was utterly exhausted. He knew Billy could tell it and intended to show no mercy. He could act now or pay for it later, probably wounding Billy yet more in the process. Sean smiled at Billy and at himself and climbed into the bed. Billy just laid there, an amused look in his eye, wriggling his toes in anticipation. Something leapt inside Sean’s belly like a small flame, and exhausted or not, his body began to make demands on him.

He lay on his side and drew Billy close, nibbling an ear. Billy released a shuddering exhale of breath. He gave the tiniest gasp. “Ooh, your Boromir beard tickles.” he said. His voice was husky, his accent thick once more.

“Shall we stop, then?” Sean murmured into Billy’s ear, making the skin on his arms rise with goose-flesh.

“Don’t even think of it, Bean.” Billy said. Sean’s voice was deep and unctuous in Billy’s ear, the ghost of that purr of arousal sneaking into his brain. Billy’s toes wriggled. They had always had a mind of their own when Billy was turned on, and now they were like ten small dancers at the end of his feet. Sean’s mouth made its way to Billy’s neck, played there a while, then moved lower to one of his nipples. The other nipple Sean attacked with his hand. It was the injured hand, and it pained him a little, but he wasn’t going to let that stop him now. Not now, when Billy had begun to gasp so nicely.

Sean licked his way down, down, down past Billy’s flat belly, past his navel and captured Billy’s cock, which was now at full attention. Billy moaned and Sean moaned in turn, vibrating Billy’s cock. Billy was trembling, now. Sean let one hand drift past Billy’s balls after a brief caress. Billy squirmed in anticipation, but Sean withdrew the hand. Billy writhed in frustration. Sean reached under his pillow for the oil and spread some on his fingers then let them slip inside Billy. Billy’s thighs parted in invitation as Sean took his cock deeper into his mouth. Billy’s skin tasted sweet and clean and spicy, and Sean gloried in the taste and Billy began to buck lazily upwards, his hands on the back of Sean’s head. Billy groaned, making a very distinct sound that he made when he was near to coming, and Sean withdrew his mouth and blew on Billy’s cock. Billy shuddered.

“Don’t, don’t stop,” Billy gasped.

“I’m not, don’t worry.” Sean smiled and stole a glance at Billy’s face. There was the glow. “Just taking my time, that’s all.” Sean took Billy in his mouth once more and once more Billy shuddered and moaned. His fingers tightened in Sean’s hair and he thrusted upwards quite forcibly. Sean withdrew once more.

“Ah-ah-ah!” Sean reprimanded. “Just you lie there and let me make it all better.” He took Billy in his mouth yet again, eating Billy nice and slow, moving his fingers inside Billy at a careful, slow pace.

“Oh, God,” Billy hissed. “Fuck, that feels so good, Sean.”

The only answer he got from Sean was a growled “Mm-hmm.” Sean worked him slowly and carefully, savoring every second, every moan and every twitch of Billy’s body. He used his tongue to tease the underside of Billy’s cock mercilessly, slowly building up Billy’s pleasure, and his own pleasure as well. Eating Billy was like eating chocolate, highly addictive and very sensual. Slow and easy, Sean carefully built Billy’s pleasure until he was glistening with sweat and gasping, aching for release. Billy said “Oh fuck,” and “Oh, God,” several times. Sean worked a little faster and harder now, noting Billy’s breathing had become jagged and hitched, a ragged seesaw of air seasoned with small whimpers and moans. Sean kept his eyes on Billy’s feet. When Billy’s toes curled under Sean all but swallowed him whole. His fingers inside worked Billy’s sweet spot. The fingers in Sean’s hair tightened yet more, pulling it almost painfully. Sean’s tongue jabbed the underside of Billy’s cock and the smaller man’s body bowed upward, a clear cry escaping Billy’s lips. His orgasm must have been powerful. He flooded Sean’s mouth with his come.

Billy gasped for breath as he finished coming, but though Billy had finished coming, Sean kept going, his mouth demanding, greedy, his fingers working Billy without mercy until Billy’s flagging prick was once more fully cocked and loaded. Then Sean rolled away and lay on his back. He looked at Billy, then glanced at his own hard-on, which by now was of epic proportions, and back at Billy. Billy took the hint. He also took the oil and spread a generous amount on Sean’s cock. He threw one leg across Sean’s hips, now sitting astride the larger man. He reached behind his body, found Sean’s cock, raised up, then eased back down. Sean slipped inside him smoothly and completely. Billy’s head was thrown back, his eyes closed as the pleasure hit him deeply and he began to rock slowly on Sean’s cock.

Sean let his hands glide up Billy’s thighs, stroking the inner thighs teasingly. Billy was gasping again, now. Sean cupped Billy’s balls, then, oil-slick still, let his hand grasp Billy’s cock, moving in perfect rhythm with Billy’s rocking. Billy moved in an agonizingly slow sway as Sean stroked Billy’s cock. He didn’t seem to be able to tear his eyes away from Billy’s face. Un-fucking-believable, Sean thought, how much he loves it, how he gets lost in it. Sean’s cock was aching for release, now. Billy must have been able to tell. He slowed his rocking yet more and growled, “Don’t come yet, Sean, not yet, don’t you move, don’t you dare come just yet.”

Sean had begun to sweat buckets, now, He fought back his urge to come as hard as he could. Billy continued to ride him, slow and easy. He looked down at Sean with burning emerald eyes. There was the sparkle, the blinding brilliance once again, and it was all Sean could do to obey Billy. He wanted to come so bad it almost hurt. Billy continued to stare into Sean’s eyes, and Sean couldn’t look away. Billy’s hunger was fierce, unrelenting.

“Not yet, Sean, damn it, not yet!” Billy growled a high, gritty sound, like a lynx growling. Sean thought Billy was going to ride him slower still. He was wrong. “Not yet, Sean,” Billy growled yet again, moving a little faster. Sean could tell Billy knew this was a torment, and he rode Sean faster and without mercy. Sean had to bite his lip to keep from coming.

Billy rode him faster and harder now. His body was telling Sean to come, but his voice demanded that Sean wait, and the harder Sean fought for control, the harder Billy worked to pry control out of Sean’s grasp. At last Sean could bear it no more.

“Billy, Billy, God, Please,” Sean moaned. He had begun to ache with the need of release now.

But Billy was merciless. Harder and faster now, and Billy punctuated his ride with his words. “Don’t…you…come…yet! Don’t…you…fucking…come!”

Sean saw that Billy’s cock had begun to weep. He gathered the clear fluid on his fingers and raised the fingers to his lips. Billy finally teetered on the brink, gasped, riding Sean almost violently now.

“Oh, my God, Billy, please, please, let me come, if you don’t I’m fucking going to die, please, for God’s sake, Billy, let me come.” Sean gasped

And Billy stopped moving, just for a moment, just for a little moment, brief as lightning, long as eternity. One of Sean’s hands gripped Billy’s cock; the other rested on Billy’s hip. “Please,” Sean pleaded. “Please…” He thrusted upwards, begging for release.

“Say it,” Billy growled. “Say it, Sean, say it!” His voice was hard, sharp, hungry.

“Come for me, Billy,” Sean gasped.

Billy’s eyes slid shut. “Yes, yes, that’s it, say it again.”

“Come for me, Billy. Give it to me, do it. Do it now!” Sean growled.

Billy’s body took over control of him now. He felt himself surrender to his need, to Sean’s need, to his demand. Billy rode Sean like there was no tomorrow, like this was the last day he had to live. His cock throbbed in Sean’s hand and jetted his come onto Sean’s chest and belly, his body clamped tightly and pulsed around Sean’s cock, and Sean felt that first wave of release hit him like a freight train. His body bowed up powerfully. His growl went to a roar. He bucked beneath Billy like a wild stallion, and Billy rode him as though he was breaking a wild stallion. Billy hands had a death-grip on the skin at Sean’s waist, but the pain hardly registered at all. Blood roared in Sean’s ears, nearly deafening him to the string of sweet obscenities pouring from Billy’s mouth broken up by high, clear yelps that might have been perceived as cries of pain but for the look of pure pleasure on his face.

When it was over Billy collapsed on top of Sean. It seemed he had forgotten every word in his vocabulary but one, which he repeated for quite some time: “Fuck, fuck, fuck…” in a ragged gasp, as if he was starved for oxygen.

Sean finally got up the energy to roll them over on their sides. He put one hand on the back of Billy’s head and guided him downward. Billy got the message and licked his come off of Sean’s belly, then his chest. Then he slid up like a little lizard, grasped Sean’s face in both hands and kissed Sean deeply, pushing his jism into Sean’s mouth. Sean slid his tongue inside Billy’s mouth and let the come slip back into Billy’s mouth until the last trace had been swallowed.

Then Sean held Billy tightly, and for the first time tonight with a great deal of aggression, he kissed Billy hard, then more gently. He drew back to watch Billy sparkle.

“There you are!” he smiled. “I was afraid I wouldn’t find it again.”

Billy laughed softly. “Well you know what the old woman said.” He looked up at Sean, and for once Sean didn’t hold back. He wanted Billy to see inside him, to see everything. Which apparently he did, because with a soft “Oh,” Billy tipped his head back, and Sean descended on his mouth to claim once more that which belonged to him.

Billy laid his head on Sean’s chest and yawned hugely. Sean reflected that the diamond had been set, set in a ring. Sean was the ring, and the ring was wrapped around Billy’s finger.

It was a lazy Sunday afternoon. Two little girls stood before a jewelry shop window, admiring the beauty behind the glass.

“Gran told me the silliest thing,” said one girl to the other. “She said I have a secret kiss, and that I should only marry the boy that can find it.”

The other girl laughed along with her companion. “What a load of rubbish!” commented her friend with a derisive snort. The girls left the window and strolled past two gentlemen sitting side by side on a nearby bench.

“That,” added the second girl, “Is the stupidest thing I have ever heard.”

They were interrupted by one of the gentlemen sitting on the bench. He spoke in a soft Scottish burr that seemed to pour into their ears like butterscotch. “If I were you.” he said gently, “I would listen to your Gran. She sounds very wise to me.”

The two girls looked at each other and giggled then skipped down the street. Grown-ups. They were all daft.

The two gentlemen on the bench looked about. The street was deserted now on this sleepy Sunday afternoon. The taller and older of the two men bent and whispered in the younger and smaller man’s ear. The younger and smaller man laughed at whatever private joke the other man had made. He looked up at the taller man adoringly. “Shall we go home, then?” he asked. “There’s still time to find it again.”

They rose from the bench and strolled to a nearby car, and drove away with smiles on their faces.


~ finis ~