"Wasted Emotion"

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Title: "Wasted Emotion"
Author: chiflipgrl
Pairing: Monaboyd, but with other parts mixed in.
Rating: Um… R/NC-17? For language and sexual content?
Summary: Some actual pr0n in this installment. w00t!!
Disclaimer: I don't own these guys, and if this has ever really happened, I've got a bridge I'd like to sell ya...
Feedback: Go easy... I'm a beginner.
Author's Notes: This is Part Three of what will eventually be called the "Wasted" series, which, in its entirety, is dedicated to my wifey rorylie. Part One is here, and Part Two is here. Mucho thanks to eosthilas for the BETA. Also, if you’d like to rec or post this on your website or something, be sure to let me know. I won’t give you a hard time; I’d just like to know where my fic is going. Thanks.

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"Wasted Emotion"



"Took you long enough." Elijah exhales a cloud of smoke out of Billy’s kitchen window, repositioning himself on the counter top.

Billy pauses drying his hair with a towel. "You’re likely to fall out of that window. And, on that day, I shall laugh at you."

Elijah takes in Billy’s attire, the damp hair shooting in various directions, the fitted white shirt, and the dark blue sweat pants hanging low on his hips. He clears his throat, mentally shoots any and all urges, and takes another drag off of his clove cigarette.

"Where’s the tea?" He drapes the damp towel on the back of his chair.

Elijah gracefully bends, reaching behind him and toward the stove knobs. "I knew you’d be a while. Didn’t bother to boil it yet. It’d be cold by the time you got it if I had started it earlier." Arching his back, he turns on the burner underneath the tea kettle.

Billy observes Elijah’s smooth movements, paying close attention to curve of his chest and back as he arches. His brain automatically floods with visions of taking advantage of Elijah in his very precarious position; on his countertop, abandoning the fact that the shades are not currently drawn. He coughs, willing his blood to stop rushing toward his lower body. "How thoughtful of you."

Elijah bounces off of the counter top, grabs two empty mugs and two tea bags, and places them in front of Billy. "We feeling better?"

He traces his finger along the rim of the cup. "I'm not smelling of vomit anymore. I think it's an improvement."

Elijah sighs, tilting his head and looks at Billy, who quickly averts his eyes. "Talk, Bill."

"About what, Lij?"

"Let's start with why you got piss-drunk on whiskey tonight." Elijah sits across from him.

"You're the one who talked to Dom. You should probably know," he says, staring out the window.

Elijah laughs softly, shaking his head. "You guys kill me, honestly."

He looks back. "What?"

"You both just need to get together and fuck each other’s brains out."

"We've done that already."

"Well, maybe you should think about doing it again, tense as you both are."

He lets out a bitter chuckle. "He's getting his balls off in his own little way. Slàinte to him."

"And what are you doing?"

He keeps silent, examines the little chip in the rim of the mug. "I don't know, Elijah."

"You do know, Billy. You should probably explore other options."

He sits up straight, stares into those blue flashlights, and lets the implication of the statement enter one ear and jam through the other. "I'm not sure I want options of any sort at the moment."

"Then, go back to Dom."

"I don't want anything to do with that stupid git, either..."

"You both just need to talk. I mean, he loves you, Billy..."

"He can just fuck off!!" He stands up abruptly, shoving back his chair, his green eyes flaring and oozing anger and frustration. The teapot, seemingly channeling Billy's anger and energy, begins to whistle. Needing to do something with his hands, he grabs both mugs and brings them to the stove, busying himself with making tea.

"I don't need any of that fucking 'love' shit from him, Elijah. He wouldn't know what love was even if it danced naked, wearing only a tea cozy." He pauses, hangs his head, places his hands on either side of the oven. "I don't know anymore, Elijah... I don't know what I need." He closes his eyes.

He hears Elijah push back his chair and softly move toward him. When he feels the young hands cupping the sides of his waist, he holds his breath. "I know what you need." Elijah breathes into Billy's ear. He feels a pinch on his ear lobe, later registering that Elijah is nipping at his jaw, tracing his tongue along the back of Billy's neck, only to nip at his other ear lobe. Elijah's grip tightens as he pulls Billy's body against him and again whispers in his ear. "What do you need, Billy?"

BIlly stays silent. He all but sees Elijah smirk. And when Elijah moves his hands up Billy's chest to pinch his nipples, simultaneously grinding his half-erect cock into his ass, Billy chokes on the breath he had been holding. "Tell me what you need, Bill."

He tries to maintain his breathing, to assess what is likely to happen. "Elijah. I'm about to... with Elijah. But, Dom... Dom wants him... Dom fancies him, doesn't he? Dom said that Elijah was ne-"

"Oh, Go-... Fuck," he pants, as Elijah pushes against his ass once more. He grinds himself into the oven's handle bar, just to feel some sort of friction against his own groin.

"Tell me, Billy"

"I need..." He opens his eyes, and turns to face the blue flashlights, which have now turned to a seductive dark shade. "... a substitute."

A blur of movement as their lips meet and their tongues fight for control over each other. Billy pivots, grabbing Elijah's waist, and pinning him to the counter top. Their cocks grind against each other, eliciting a groan from both men. Billy moves to quickly unfasten Elijah's belt and remove the barrier of layers of clothing between them. Elijah's jeans fall to the floor, and Billy cups and gently squeezes Elijah's balls.

"Oh... Fuck..." Elijah breathes toward the ceiling. Billy begins stroking Elijah's cock, biting and sucking on each of his nipples. "Fuck, Billy..."

"Soon, love." Billy removes his hand from Elijah, hearing a small whimper leave his lips. He quickly captures Elijah's wrists, holding it steady on the counter. "We've just started." He traces a line from Elijah's neck to his navel with his tongue. Elijah squirms, as Billy's tongue swirls along the patch of hair on his lower abdomen. Billy licks around the underside of his boxers, making eye contact with Elijah. Smirking, he bites down on the elastic waistband and begins to pull down the unnecessary boxers. "Unnecessary, to you, because Dom never wears any... Right, Bill?" His hands help guide the boxers from Elijah's hips, his nose brushing the top of Elijah's erection, who croaks at the slight touch against the incredibly hot skin.

"Did we think this through, Bill?... Should we go slowly?..."

"Fuck that..."

Elijah looks down. "What did you sa-... Oh, shit!" He struggles to keep his hips still, as Billy all but swallows his cock whole. His tongue is everywhere, probing every vein, moistening the shaft. He deftly wets two of his fingers and shoves them into Elijah's puckered entrance. Thrusting and curling his fingers, he lowers his mouth back onto Elijah's cock and sucks loudly.

"Fuck me!" Elijah screams, trying to find something around him to grip, to hold onto for dear life. He feels the heaviness build in his balls. "Fuck me, Billy... Fuck me, now."

Billy looks up into his eyes, and stands. He brings his mouth down upon Elijah's, his tongue probing between his teeth and his upper lip. Elijah moans from the sensation, grabbing the back of Billy's head, forcing the kiss to go deeper.

Billy grabs Elijah's pale hips, digs his nails into his flesh. "Turn around, Elijah."

The Scottish lilt hits his ears, burning it with its lust. Elijah obediently spins around, gripping the window sill above the sink.

He hears Billy remove his t-shirt and pants. But, then, there is a pause in movement. Elijah looks back at Billy. "What's wrong?"

"I don't... I don't have any..."

Elijah opens the nearest cabinet, pulls out a roll of condoms and trial-sized packets of lube. He smirks.

"You had this planned, you wanker..."

Elijah laughs, bends to whisper into Billy's ear. "Fuck me into the counter top, Boyd."

Billy moves to slip the condom on. Opening a packet, he prepares himself and Elijah's entrance. He grabs Elijah's right leg, and positions his knee onto the counter.

"You know, Billy... Your window is still open."

"Yeah, well...," he thrusts immediately into Elijah, who screams in pleasure, "they'll just have to watch, won't they?"

It's fast, it's angry, and it's what Billy needs, has needed, for the longest time. It gets his mind away from thoughts of Dom. A distraction. Moreover, a substitute.

"Fuck, Billy... Fuck... Nnngghh..." Elijah goes to stroke his own cock, when Billy swats his hand away.

"Allow me, love." He steadies his grip around Elijah. Billy increases the pace of his thrusts, making sure to go deep enough that Elijah's body moves forward and fucks Billy's clenched fist.

"Shit, Bill... Faster. Faster, please..."

Billy's thrusts become erratic, rhythm totally abandoned, moans and grunts filling the room. For a moment, he thinks he hears movement from the living room, but is distracted by Elijah grabbing his fist around his cock.

"I'm gonna come, Billy. Oh, my God... Shit, Billy!" Elijah spills onto both of their hands. Billy still thrusting, Elijah takes Billy's hand, and proceeds to lick the white fluid from the warm skin. He turns his head and whispers. "Come for me, Billy."

He groans, feeling his balls tighten, feeling so close. Elijah reaches behind him and rolls Billy's balls into his hands. "Shite, Elijah..."

"Say his name."

"What?"

"Come for me, and say his name."

He doesn't bother to comprehend the absurdity in the request. He pounds deliriously into Elijah, clenching his eyes closed.

"Fuck... I'm gonna come, Elijah."

"Come on, Billy... Say his name. Scream it."

"Elijah, I can't- ... Ah... Aah..."

"Say it!"

"Ah, aah... Ah, fuck, Dom!"

Elijah feels the warmth flood into his body, Billy's thrusts slow and come to a halt. He pulls out, removes the condom. He rests his forehead against Elijah's back. "My God..."

Elijah is silent, his breathing already back to normal.

Billy lifts his head. "Elijah?"

"There you go, Dom."

Billy blinks, is not even allowed time to register the sentence, when he hears a deep, gravelly voice from behind him.

"Thanks, Elijah." Dom stands in the kitchen's door way, arms crossed, his face unreadable.

Billy looks back and forth at Dom and Elijah, bewildered. "What... What are you... What's going on..."

"I'm sorry, Billy." Elijah quickly scrambles to pull on his clothes. "I just... Dom said..."

"Elijah..." He finds it hard to breathe. "How long has he been standing there??" "What's going on, mate... I mean, wha-..."

"I have to go." Elijah shrugs on his jacket, pulling out his keys. A lone key falls to the floor, Billy's spare. He picks it up, places it on the table, and turns to leave. "I'll see you guys later." The door shuts behind him.

Silence. Dom's unmoving face and Billy's eyes wild, moving about the room, trying to process what has just occurred in his kitchen.

"Dom..."

Dom puts up a hand, motioning for silence. "There you go, Billy..."

Billy remains silent, confusion pouring out of his eyes.

Dom gives a small, hurt smile. "... Now, we're even."

He turns and leaves through the front door, leaving Billy stunned and alone.

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