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phentalon.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Dec. 6th, 2007 10:18 am)Title: Men, Mountains, and Molehills 3/?
Author: Phentalon
Pairing: Billy/Sean B Billy/Viggo Dom/Sean B Dom/Viggo
Summary: Billy and Dom are rent boys in London, haunted by the death of their mentor Sean, and they are only just getting back into the swing of life when someone turns it all upside down.
Rating: Generally R for language and smutty setting.
Feedback: Pretty please with Domlijah flavoured porn and chocolate on top! If I get zero feedback I wont bother finishing, so if you like it just a tiny comment?
Chapter Summary: Dom tries to reach Billy, and flashback Sean tries to teach Billy some things. The only ever time Billy was with Sean.
He punched Dom.
“Ow!” Dom reeled back across the living room, cheek burning. “What the fuck was that for!?”
“You stupid twat! This is a hard life Dominic, money or no money. You have to buck fucking up! You think I’m not sad? You think I don’t think about him? You think I don’t wish he was still here to take care of us? I am. But he isn’t. You can’t do this forever-”
“A year! One year Billy! That is not forever!”
“Forever can be any second Dom. You could get hit by a car tomorrow. I could go the same way as Sean, then where would you be? You’d be working, wouldn’t you? But not while you have me, huh? Don’t make the mistake of thinking I like you Dom. I resent you living off me.”
Dom looked like he might cry, and suddenly Billy stopped. For a moment, he mourned who he used to be. Happy and carefree, even after what had happened to him, he had got into the swing of life with Sean. Now look at him; broken and bitter and resentful and jealous. It was vile. He was vile. But that didn’t mean he would reveal himself to Dom.
“Why don’t you get someone else?” Dom looked like a small child in a playground, trying desperately to take the attention of the school bully off of himself. That was the part Billy was playing; the bully.
“I… I don’t know how.” Even this small weakness caused him a surge of anger, letting Dom see it. “I couldn’t walk up to someone the way Sean doe- did. I don’t even look the part.” The power had shifted but Dom took it gracefully, not a trace of gloating.
“So look it.” And he walked from the room into his, returned with a coat. A very familiar coat, black and thick with an impressive collar.
“You’ve still got…”
“I couldn’t bear to throw it away. Here.” And he held it out to Billy. It was so symbolic. Sean lived in that coat. It had inside pockets always filled with money, his cigarettes etc. Even his passport, just in case. He was just like that. Had been. Had been just like that. The dead weren’t anything, just rotten.
He took it wordlessly, putting it on,. It touched the ground and Dom nearly laughed, but Billy was being calm so best not to rile him. Billy looked down at himself. “I look absurd.”
“No, no.” Dom walked up and raised his hands to the collar, pausing, silently asking permission. Billy stayed static so Dom took that as permission and shifted the shoulders of the coat and did it up on the second tighter set of buttons so he filled it out instead of it hanging from his slight frame.
“Better. You look different though. He never did it up.” If Dom was hoping for some small token in return for his first ever nostalgic, casual remark about Sean. He was barking up wholly the wrong tree.
Billy looked away, ashamed of his instinct to adamantly refuse to thank him. “Still. I can’t walk up to some homeless kid and go ‘hey wanna work for me? You fuck people for money, but at least you get a roof over your head!’ I mean, Jesus!”
“Sean did.” Dom sounded offended.
“Oh don’t go all puppy on me that’s the long and fucking short of it.
“We’re ok.”
“Ohhhoh.” Billy laughed humourlessly “We are many things Dominic but ok is not one of them. And don’t presume to know me.” He turned on his heel, coat swishing behind him and leaving Dom tearfully enveloped in the musky, subtle scent he knew so well.
Billy sat in his room, and thought of Sean, leaving Dom out. He sucked on a cigarette and forced himself into the margin of him and Sean, with Karl floating amicably in the background like some Germanic spirit.
~*~
“And then it sometimes helps to-”
“Waitwaitwaitwait hang on! Is this really necessary?” Sean had been trying to educate Billy. By educate that meant to finer points of sex. Billy wasn’t what anyone would call a prude but still! To have someone who was, let’s be honest, hot by anyone’s standards, sit and calmly drink from a bottle of Tango whilst trying to explain exactly when during a blowjob you start deep throating, was pretty embarrassing.
“If you want to be remembered then yes. There’s no need to feel insulted by this Billy, I got this talk from Ian and now you’re getting it. I’m just trying to help.” He swigged again and Billy had never noticed before how phallic Tango bottles were.
“Can’t I just… look it up?” Sean gave a hearty laugh from deep in his belly. “Besides… how will you know if they’ve got it?” He knew he was stepping into slightly dangerous ground and kept his eyes down.
“I pretend to be a punter.” He said it almost harshly, as if to say ‘yeah I know what you’re getting at.”
“Oh…”
“Billy, you’re not going to get away with shagging-with-the-light-off behaviour in this. You’re a nice guy, but I wouldn’t have approached you if I didn’t think you’d sell.”
“Oh.”
“You’ve got the small-but-feisty air going for you.”
Billy decided to stop saying ‘oh’ every time Sean paused, not that the vague nod was a great improvement.
“You need to shake off any inhibitions you have. You need to radiate confidence, or they’ll look straight past you, right? You need to look as if you expect them all to come to just you, they’re the lucky ones. You follow?”
“Um… yeah.” He finished decisively. “That’s just not my natural state of mind.”
“Mine neither. You have to practice yourself into it. Speaking of practice, I guess if you think you don’t need verbal tips, we skip straight to part two.” And he pulled off the shirt he had open over a sleeveless. Billy was trying to remember if he’d been told what that was already, and also wondering how that wasn’t Sean’s natural opinion oif himself. Because they would be. Lucky, that is.
“Earth to.” Grunted Sean, kicking off his shoes. “Come on Billy, I’ve said it before, buck up.” And he gave him a light shove in the shoulder, more to snap him into it then anything. “You can be tryingly passive sometimes.
“Sorry, sorry, what did you say?”
“Christ sake. Me, punter, does your memory stretch back five minutes?”
Inside Billy went ‘ohmygod!’ outside he grinned at his forgetfulness and said “oh right yeah.”
Just to throw you in at the deep end, I’ve asked for rough treatment ok?” Billy closed his eyes for a second. His looks had nothing to do with it; as long as he was good, they were lucky. That was all he had to be, impersonally good, a human porno tape, only not a wank to them in that he made it better and more gratifying. Your hand never told you how good you were. He held in a laugh.
“Oi, I lost you again?” He took a deep breath and strode forward, pushing Sean against the wall, taking off his own shirt before holding Sean’s arms above his head. Sean did not resist as Billy bit his collarbone and sucked a red welt into the skin.
Pulling Sean’s T shirt off and pushing him down on the sofa, Billy straddled his thighs. He wouldn’t look at Sean kept his eyes fixed in the jeans he was slowly undoing, before slipping a hand in. Encouraged by the slight sharp intake of breath, he took Sean’s hardening cock (as big as he’d expected and, lets face it, thought about at great length. No pun intended.) in his hand. He stroked gently for a second before remembering ‘rough treatment’ so he pulled down the jeans and took a condom from his pocket, slipping it in a tight fist down over Sean’s erection.
Then he went down on him, covering his teeth but applying tight pressure, taking him into his mouth as far as he could until the gag reflex twitched. It was better to not deep-throat then gag, apparently. Since he couldn’t he bobbed his head very quickly to make up for it. Sean put his large hands in Billy’s hair, not pressing but holding the short hairs between his fingers, guiding him down. Then he did push down and Billy tensed his neck, resisting until he stopped, but sped up to short sharp dips. Sean moaned gutturally and his fingers gripped his hair tighter. Hips lifting into the impending orgasm which Billy brought off swiftly, Sean cursing.
Billy slid the rubber from Sean’s softening cock and wrapped it in a tissue in his jean pocket.
Suddenly, “my turn pretty boy.” And Sean had grabbed his belt and was undoing it swiftly. Billy took another condom out before his jeans were pulled roughly down.
“Off.” He did as told and was then pushed on his front on the sofa, the square of foil taken from his hand. Then his legs were spread and he was being plunged into, filled with the sharp burn. He forced it to the back of his mind and tried to recall a couple of things Sean had said; he whimpered softly, begging for it harder and deeper, arching his back down, turning his head to the side so Sean could see his face, carefully contorted in ecstasy he only partly feigned. Then his arms were pinned behind his back and his used digging fingernails to release them, but then using his hands to push himself nearer to Sean’s hips, clearly placating him as he slapped his hands to Billy’s arse and pulled his hips off the sofa, so his spine now curved to almost ninety degrees. It was clearly his job to bring himself off, which he began to do as Sean thrust faster into him, and he could hear harsh ragged breathing and the slick rustle of skin on skin.
Sean came, groaning and cursing again, Billy taking himself into a gentler climax. Then there was an emptiness that seemed to go all the way up to his throat as Sean drew out and he felt a cold slap and realised he’d thrown the used condom on his the small of his back. He said nothing, but sat up and put on his jeans as fast as he could, putting the disgusting thing in the tissue and pulling on his shirt, rubbing himself underneath to get rid of the slight leak on his back and the cooling sweat. He expected Sean to walk out of the room but instead he spoke.
“I’m sorry, but you need to feel what it’s like.” He gave a fake expression of not knowing what Sean was talking about. “The pushing your head, the arms, the condom. I really didn’t want to but that’s what they’ll do, most of them.”
“Sure, I got it.” He was sat on the sofa staring down at the sock he was taking a long time outing on. He suddenly had his head lifted by the same strong hands that had been abusing him moments ago. “Nine out of ten. One huge mistake though. Know what it was?”
He shook his head, locked in Sean’s gaze. “The condom, you didn’t check if I’d ever put it on. You only know because I took it off on you.” He took his hand angrily away and his eyes were harder. “Do you want to get Aids? Given the choice they wont put it on, for fucks sake you know that.”
“Well it was you.”
“No it wasn’t I was a punter, one who could have left it off and just signed a death sentence for you!” Billy stood, angry too.
“Alright! Get the fuck out of my face! If it wasn’t you of course I would have checked!” The bald-faced lie hung between them like a malignant sprite. “Just leave me alone!” And he made for his room.
“I’m not pissing at you because I enjoy it you child! That’s the biggest fucking mistake you can make and all I want is for you to hear my angry fucking voice in your head when it’s the real thing, and stop you making it! If I didn’t care about you would I bother?”
“If I’m a child what does that make you!?” He threw over his shoulder before, like a child, slamming the door.
Author: Phentalon
Pairing: Billy/Sean B Billy/Viggo Dom/Sean B Dom/Viggo
Summary: Billy and Dom are rent boys in London, haunted by the death of their mentor Sean, and they are only just getting back into the swing of life when someone turns it all upside down.
Rating: Generally R for language and smutty setting.
Feedback: Pretty please with Domlijah flavoured porn and chocolate on top! If I get zero feedback I wont bother finishing, so if you like it just a tiny comment?
Chapter Summary: Dom tries to reach Billy, and flashback Sean tries to teach Billy some things. The only ever time Billy was with Sean.
He punched Dom.
“Ow!” Dom reeled back across the living room, cheek burning. “What the fuck was that for!?”
“You stupid twat! This is a hard life Dominic, money or no money. You have to buck fucking up! You think I’m not sad? You think I don’t think about him? You think I don’t wish he was still here to take care of us? I am. But he isn’t. You can’t do this forever-”
“A year! One year Billy! That is not forever!”
“Forever can be any second Dom. You could get hit by a car tomorrow. I could go the same way as Sean, then where would you be? You’d be working, wouldn’t you? But not while you have me, huh? Don’t make the mistake of thinking I like you Dom. I resent you living off me.”
Dom looked like he might cry, and suddenly Billy stopped. For a moment, he mourned who he used to be. Happy and carefree, even after what had happened to him, he had got into the swing of life with Sean. Now look at him; broken and bitter and resentful and jealous. It was vile. He was vile. But that didn’t mean he would reveal himself to Dom.
“Why don’t you get someone else?” Dom looked like a small child in a playground, trying desperately to take the attention of the school bully off of himself. That was the part Billy was playing; the bully.
“I… I don’t know how.” Even this small weakness caused him a surge of anger, letting Dom see it. “I couldn’t walk up to someone the way Sean doe- did. I don’t even look the part.” The power had shifted but Dom took it gracefully, not a trace of gloating.
“So look it.” And he walked from the room into his, returned with a coat. A very familiar coat, black and thick with an impressive collar.
“You’ve still got…”
“I couldn’t bear to throw it away. Here.” And he held it out to Billy. It was so symbolic. Sean lived in that coat. It had inside pockets always filled with money, his cigarettes etc. Even his passport, just in case. He was just like that. Had been. Had been just like that. The dead weren’t anything, just rotten.
He took it wordlessly, putting it on,. It touched the ground and Dom nearly laughed, but Billy was being calm so best not to rile him. Billy looked down at himself. “I look absurd.”
“No, no.” Dom walked up and raised his hands to the collar, pausing, silently asking permission. Billy stayed static so Dom took that as permission and shifted the shoulders of the coat and did it up on the second tighter set of buttons so he filled it out instead of it hanging from his slight frame.
“Better. You look different though. He never did it up.” If Dom was hoping for some small token in return for his first ever nostalgic, casual remark about Sean. He was barking up wholly the wrong tree.
Billy looked away, ashamed of his instinct to adamantly refuse to thank him. “Still. I can’t walk up to some homeless kid and go ‘hey wanna work for me? You fuck people for money, but at least you get a roof over your head!’ I mean, Jesus!”
“Sean did.” Dom sounded offended.
“Oh don’t go all puppy on me that’s the long and fucking short of it.
“We’re ok.”
“Ohhhoh.” Billy laughed humourlessly “We are many things Dominic but ok is not one of them. And don’t presume to know me.” He turned on his heel, coat swishing behind him and leaving Dom tearfully enveloped in the musky, subtle scent he knew so well.
Billy sat in his room, and thought of Sean, leaving Dom out. He sucked on a cigarette and forced himself into the margin of him and Sean, with Karl floating amicably in the background like some Germanic spirit.
~*~
“And then it sometimes helps to-”
“Waitwaitwaitwait hang on! Is this really necessary?” Sean had been trying to educate Billy. By educate that meant to finer points of sex. Billy wasn’t what anyone would call a prude but still! To have someone who was, let’s be honest, hot by anyone’s standards, sit and calmly drink from a bottle of Tango whilst trying to explain exactly when during a blowjob you start deep throating, was pretty embarrassing.
“If you want to be remembered then yes. There’s no need to feel insulted by this Billy, I got this talk from Ian and now you’re getting it. I’m just trying to help.” He swigged again and Billy had never noticed before how phallic Tango bottles were.
“Can’t I just… look it up?” Sean gave a hearty laugh from deep in his belly. “Besides… how will you know if they’ve got it?” He knew he was stepping into slightly dangerous ground and kept his eyes down.
“I pretend to be a punter.” He said it almost harshly, as if to say ‘yeah I know what you’re getting at.”
“Oh…”
“Billy, you’re not going to get away with shagging-with-the-light-off behaviour in this. You’re a nice guy, but I wouldn’t have approached you if I didn’t think you’d sell.”
“Oh.”
“You’ve got the small-but-feisty air going for you.”
Billy decided to stop saying ‘oh’ every time Sean paused, not that the vague nod was a great improvement.
“You need to shake off any inhibitions you have. You need to radiate confidence, or they’ll look straight past you, right? You need to look as if you expect them all to come to just you, they’re the lucky ones. You follow?”
“Um… yeah.” He finished decisively. “That’s just not my natural state of mind.”
“Mine neither. You have to practice yourself into it. Speaking of practice, I guess if you think you don’t need verbal tips, we skip straight to part two.” And he pulled off the shirt he had open over a sleeveless. Billy was trying to remember if he’d been told what that was already, and also wondering how that wasn’t Sean’s natural opinion oif himself. Because they would be. Lucky, that is.
“Earth to.” Grunted Sean, kicking off his shoes. “Come on Billy, I’ve said it before, buck up.” And he gave him a light shove in the shoulder, more to snap him into it then anything. “You can be tryingly passive sometimes.
“Sorry, sorry, what did you say?”
“Christ sake. Me, punter, does your memory stretch back five minutes?”
Inside Billy went ‘ohmygod!’ outside he grinned at his forgetfulness and said “oh right yeah.”
Just to throw you in at the deep end, I’ve asked for rough treatment ok?” Billy closed his eyes for a second. His looks had nothing to do with it; as long as he was good, they were lucky. That was all he had to be, impersonally good, a human porno tape, only not a wank to them in that he made it better and more gratifying. Your hand never told you how good you were. He held in a laugh.
“Oi, I lost you again?” He took a deep breath and strode forward, pushing Sean against the wall, taking off his own shirt before holding Sean’s arms above his head. Sean did not resist as Billy bit his collarbone and sucked a red welt into the skin.
Pulling Sean’s T shirt off and pushing him down on the sofa, Billy straddled his thighs. He wouldn’t look at Sean kept his eyes fixed in the jeans he was slowly undoing, before slipping a hand in. Encouraged by the slight sharp intake of breath, he took Sean’s hardening cock (as big as he’d expected and, lets face it, thought about at great length. No pun intended.) in his hand. He stroked gently for a second before remembering ‘rough treatment’ so he pulled down the jeans and took a condom from his pocket, slipping it in a tight fist down over Sean’s erection.
Then he went down on him, covering his teeth but applying tight pressure, taking him into his mouth as far as he could until the gag reflex twitched. It was better to not deep-throat then gag, apparently. Since he couldn’t he bobbed his head very quickly to make up for it. Sean put his large hands in Billy’s hair, not pressing but holding the short hairs between his fingers, guiding him down. Then he did push down and Billy tensed his neck, resisting until he stopped, but sped up to short sharp dips. Sean moaned gutturally and his fingers gripped his hair tighter. Hips lifting into the impending orgasm which Billy brought off swiftly, Sean cursing.
Billy slid the rubber from Sean’s softening cock and wrapped it in a tissue in his jean pocket.
Suddenly, “my turn pretty boy.” And Sean had grabbed his belt and was undoing it swiftly. Billy took another condom out before his jeans were pulled roughly down.
“Off.” He did as told and was then pushed on his front on the sofa, the square of foil taken from his hand. Then his legs were spread and he was being plunged into, filled with the sharp burn. He forced it to the back of his mind and tried to recall a couple of things Sean had said; he whimpered softly, begging for it harder and deeper, arching his back down, turning his head to the side so Sean could see his face, carefully contorted in ecstasy he only partly feigned. Then his arms were pinned behind his back and his used digging fingernails to release them, but then using his hands to push himself nearer to Sean’s hips, clearly placating him as he slapped his hands to Billy’s arse and pulled his hips off the sofa, so his spine now curved to almost ninety degrees. It was clearly his job to bring himself off, which he began to do as Sean thrust faster into him, and he could hear harsh ragged breathing and the slick rustle of skin on skin.
Sean came, groaning and cursing again, Billy taking himself into a gentler climax. Then there was an emptiness that seemed to go all the way up to his throat as Sean drew out and he felt a cold slap and realised he’d thrown the used condom on his the small of his back. He said nothing, but sat up and put on his jeans as fast as he could, putting the disgusting thing in the tissue and pulling on his shirt, rubbing himself underneath to get rid of the slight leak on his back and the cooling sweat. He expected Sean to walk out of the room but instead he spoke.
“I’m sorry, but you need to feel what it’s like.” He gave a fake expression of not knowing what Sean was talking about. “The pushing your head, the arms, the condom. I really didn’t want to but that’s what they’ll do, most of them.”
“Sure, I got it.” He was sat on the sofa staring down at the sock he was taking a long time outing on. He suddenly had his head lifted by the same strong hands that had been abusing him moments ago. “Nine out of ten. One huge mistake though. Know what it was?”
He shook his head, locked in Sean’s gaze. “The condom, you didn’t check if I’d ever put it on. You only know because I took it off on you.” He took his hand angrily away and his eyes were harder. “Do you want to get Aids? Given the choice they wont put it on, for fucks sake you know that.”
“Well it was you.”
“No it wasn’t I was a punter, one who could have left it off and just signed a death sentence for you!” Billy stood, angry too.
“Alright! Get the fuck out of my face! If it wasn’t you of course I would have checked!” The bald-faced lie hung between them like a malignant sprite. “Just leave me alone!” And he made for his room.
“I’m not pissing at you because I enjoy it you child! That’s the biggest fucking mistake you can make and all I want is for you to hear my angry fucking voice in your head when it’s the real thing, and stop you making it! If I didn’t care about you would I bother?”
“If I’m a child what does that make you!?” He threw over his shoulder before, like a child, slamming the door.
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Great chapter, but Billy is rubbing me the wrong way. He's so mean...lol
*Eagerly awaits more*
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Thanks n.n
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