Something resembling winter

Author note: Written on the request of nixwilliams. (My Dark is not nearly as sexy as yours!) Everyone, go read nixwilliams!

Author note II: My apologies for all the -doovawackies- throughout the text, instead of italics. I find it rather frustrating, this lack of formatting possibilities. *sigh*

Disclaimer: This is a work of amateur fiction, intending no offence.

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-Something Resembling Winter-


Billy had dreams that tasted like dancing through an orchard. They were somehow exotic, where things changed and broke into bloom as he waltzed passed. They were part crunchy, part sweet, with a special kind of light and a breathing pale green skin. It was nothing too solid, nothing he could recognise. But frequently there was a figure in close-up, large dark eyes and a strange hat, a bemused smile playing on lips Billy always wanted to kiss. He’d wake up annoyed that he hadn’t been able to -act- in the dreams, feeling like what happened in them was always just beyond his control.

In the shower, he’d grab a handful of pubic hair and pull, some of it coming off into his hand for him to watch as it washed down the drain. In daylight hours, he forgot about the dreams. But they always came back to him, as strange and moving as ever, and he wondered how his subconscious could produce something so alien when his waking life was so ordinary.

*

In the car, Billy was yawning against the window as the traffic inched slowly forward.

“What’s the forecast today, do you know?” Dom said next to him, driving.

“Ah… Fifteen, I think. And showers.” Billy looked out his window, trying to muster some enthusiasm, some energy, anything. There must be something good to look at, it couldn’t -all- be grey. Dom tapped his fingers on the steering wheel.

“Do you think we’ll be late?” Billy held his breath – mid-intake – just stopped breathing. He expected to hear Dom sigh, but he didn’t.

“Dunno.”

Outside, something resembling winter was stripping colour from the streets. Even the trees that kept their leaves looked lifeless and heavy. Evergreen my arse, Billy thought, looking straight ahead.

*

Dom was dozing on the couch with the TV on. They had watched a program from opposite ends of the couch. They didn’t talk – Billy just lost interest and Dom fell asleep.

Billy got up and crept around the couch and into the kitchen. He drank a glass of water. In the bathroom, he looked at himself in the mirror, looked at how his face was actually a rather -odd- shape, somehow changeable, malleable – especially when he smiled. It wasn’t normal. He took off his jumper and his t-shirt and looked for a moment at his torso. But he gave up on that pretty quickly and went into the bedroom, pausing at the door to listen to the faint sound of the TV still going in the other room.

In bed, the face of someone came to him even though he was still half-conscious – at a point where he was just awake enough to be able to observe himself in the act of falling asleep. It was not Dom’s face. In fact, if any face was the -opposite- of what Dom’s face was, then it was this one. It was symmetrical and not -chiselled- exactly, but had a fine bone structure and tight skin which seemed to emphasis the cheekbones, the jaw line, that long straight nose. And it was that weird soft -green- skin again, pale and luminescent. And large dark eyes that as Billy looked at them he noticed they were in fact a deep purple colour. Surrounding the face were folds of thick dark hair and then that strange, tall hat again. The overall effect was incredible, striking, beautiful.

The eyes glanced downwards and then looked up at Billy again, head tilting every so slightly to one side. There was something about the creature – -creature- was the only word that seemed right – something about it that was gentle, playful; but contained beneath the strange looks and slow movements, powerful and strong. Like a lion playing as though it was a kitten. A hand reached out towards Billy’s face, touching him with velvety pads on the tips of its fingers. The hand moved down Billy’s cheek, finding the corner of his mouth and tracing over Billy’s lips, as though fascinated by the mere shape of them rather than anything they might do. Despite feeling like he was being touched by some sort of otherworldly being, Billy couldn’t help opening his mouth and breathing some warm air onto the fingers there. He watched as the creature’s eyes widened, sending a pulse of blood to Billy’s groin. He moved his tongue forward to touch the fingers. They were warm and firm and persistent. He sucked two fingers into his mouth, running his tongue over them and grazing them ever so slightly with his teeth. The creature’s own mouth was open and his eyes were fixed on Billy as though amazed by everything he was doing. The thought occurred to Billy that it was as though the creature had never experienced anything before and every sensation was a new one. Though it seemed an eager learner and unafraid.

Billy took heart and brought his own hand up to cup the one that was at his mouth. The creature breathed in. Billy took a step forward and grasping hold of its hand, he took the fingers out of his mouth and instead moved his mouth towards the creature’s lips. Again Billy’s breath fell on the creature’s skin and this time the creature also breathed on Billy, and then they kissed. It was warm and delicious and wet. Not warm, -hot-. The creature’s mouth was the most expressive, inviting thing Billy had ever found, inside or outside of a dream.

Just as Billy’s body was pushing against the creature’s firm tall figure, there was a noise, a familiar bang, distant but close. Billy opened his eyes. Dom was standing near the bed holding a shoe in one hand. He looked at Billy. The house was suddenly unmoving, as though the static of nighttime had, just that moment, fallen down upon them, with its thick silence and monochrome dimness. It hardly seemed possibly that the moment before had contained such a colourful and erotic creature, right there, under Billy’s hands and at Billy’s lips. Dom was still looking at him and Billy couldn’t look away. He knew that if he shut his eyes, there would be nothing.

*

Morning seemed like a terrible thing. Billy woke up and the other side of the bed was empty, a Dom-shaped hollow in the mattress and the covers left haphazardly pulled back. He lay on his back and looked at nothing for a while. He tried to remember if he had dreamed, if the exquisite figure had returned, but his mind was blank. The possibility of moving felt like an unlikely one.

In the kitchen, Dom was holding a cup of tea in his hands, the paper in front of him but he wasn’t reading. Billy stumbled in, his body more uncoordinated that usual, as though the fog of morning was a noxious gas and his muscles were disintegrating under his skin. He sat down at the table diagonal from Dom so that the lines of their sight did not intersect.

For a long time neither of them spoke.


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