Men, Mountains, and Molehills 11/?

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Title: Men, Mountains, and Molehills 11/?
Author: Phentalon
Rating: Generally R
Feedback: Please, it makes it all worthwhile =)
Summary: 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.
11: Flashback Billy finds out about Dom and Sean, talks with Sean, and there is some Dom and Sean. Short chapter.

It was about ten am, judging by the light, but to Billy it was the middle of the night as he padded down the hall to the loo. Then he heard Sean’s voice in his room and made to go in and offer him a cup of tea. But he stopped; as through the crack in the door he saw a hand on bare skin. He moved his head slightly to the right and he could see the back of Sean’s head, and the hand did not belong to him, and there was heavy breathing. Then Dom’s face appeared at Sean’s shoulder from beneath him and Billy jumped back, but Dom could not see him as his eyes were squeezed tight shut in ecstasy. Sean was fucking him, and he could hear them both coming. He fled.


He was sat at the kitchen table when Sean came in in the afternoon.

“I thought it made things too difficult?” Sean dropped the mug he was holding and it smashed. Dom ran in in his boxers.

“You ok!?”

“Fine Dom give us a moment!” He snapped. Dom vanished. “Billy, please, I don’t want this to make things awkward.”

“Awkward? Awkward wasn’t my biggest concern.” Said Billy dryly.

“Are you upset?”

“I find it a mite hypocritical, but no I’m not.”

“I didn’t see this coming.”

“I did, Karl did, he certainly did.” He thumbed at the door. “So I find that hard to believe.”

Sean turned from looking out the grimy window for the first time. “I meant what I said, it wasn’t because it was you. He just… he’s so vulnerable and…”

“Please, Sean. Don’t sweat it. I don’t want to talk about it. We’re friends.” He wasn’t sure how those thoughts were connected but Sean took him at his word. He watched them lie entwined on the sofa watching TV, leave for the same bedroom, eating at the kitchen table, heads close together.


“Sean?”

“Hmm?” He replied sleepily, fingers in Dom’s hair.

“What’s the deal with Billy?” Damn. Sean was suddenly alert; he had hoped this would never come up.

“Don’t worry, he’s just very quiet, and doesn’t trust easily.”

“Is that all?” Sean mourned Dom’s perceptiveness.

“Well he had a bit of a… thing for me a while ago. He’s fine now though.” Dom was surprised.

“Oh! Well, are you sure? I sometimes think I see him watching us funny, and now it makes sense…”

“Don’t worry.” He repeated. “Billy’s a good friend, he wouldn’t begrudge us happiness.

Dom may have been perceptive, but Sean was not. He failed entirely to grasp the depth and breadth of Billy’s feelings towards him.


One thing that stuck with Billy for some reason during this time was Karl coming up behind him on day in the living room, and he could feel the man watching him watch them, then Karl began rubbing his shoulders in silence.

He missed Karl. He reminded him of Viggo. As opposed to Viggo reminding him of Karl. Viggo was an entity without match.

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