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Constant Billy	By : islandwight Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > General > Lord of the Ring Stars Views: 1890 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Part four

The Vortex

"Katie, come and lend a hand, will you?" Sean called from the kitchen.
Katie handed the game control to Billy so Penny would have someone to play with while Katie helped her father get lunch on the table and went into the kitchen. As she reached for the bowl of salad, Sean placed a gentle hand on her forearm.
"Dad?" She knew that look: the �we need a little chat� look.
"I wanted to tell you, Katie, I overheard you and Billy this morning." He spoke softly; there was no edge to it as was the case when she had got herself in trouble.
"Yeah, Dad?"
"Yeah, yeah, I did. Thing is," he said, taking her by the shoulders and gently turning her to face him, "you really oughtn�t ask people about their sexual preferences. Firstly because it�s none of your business, but also because it�s just rude. He�d never tell you so, but you embarrassed him terribly."
"I�m sorry, Dad," she said, dropping her eyes. "It wasn�t that I wanted to get personal and all, it�s just, well, Penny having two dads� some people aren�t comfortable with that, so I just wanted to find out if, well, you know� things could get� dodgy."
"Trust me, Katie, if Billy was a homophobe, I wouldn�t have let you put Penny on the spot."
"I guess you�re right. Should I apologise to Billy?"
"In private, perhaps."
"Good idea. Dad?"
"Yeah?"
"Was he telling the truth? That he isn�t gay, I mean."
"He�s a very private person, but he�s also very truthful. I�m pretty sure he would have said he�s gay if he is."
"Because Penny says he�s totally crushing on you."
"What?" Now it was Sean�s turn to wear a poker face.
"She says she sees it, and she knows it when she sees it because her Dad looks at Archie the way Billy looks at you."
"And what does she say about me?" Sean asked, thinking it best to change the focus of the conversation from Billy to himself. Had he known what Katie would say next, however, he may have thought twice about the tactic.
"She says you�re thinking about it, like Archie did with James at first. She says you watch him like a hawk, that you look like you�re analysing everything he says, his body language, his expressions, like you�re reading him. Sussing it out, whether you want him or not."
"Does she, now?" Sean laughed, dodging the implied question altogether. "Let�s get lunch on the table."
"Penny asked if I could visit with her for a few days, and I think I�d like that," Katie said.
Sean inwardly gave a sigh of relief. The tactic had worked, at least this time. "I think that�s a splendid idea," he said. "You should take her up on the invitation, it�ll be good for you."
"Will you be all right without me?" Katie gave her father a worried look.
"I�ll be just fine, sweetheart," he replied.
"Will Billy be staying a while? I hope so, that way you won�t be lonely without me."
"I haven�t asked him, but I don�t see any reason why not. If it will make you feel better, I�ll ask him to stay."
"Good," Katie said, giving her father the sunniest smile he�d seen on his daughter�s face in over a year.
While Katie and Sean were in the kitchen, Penny decided to take the time to have a little chat with Billy, and wasted no time in broaching the subject. "Listen, I don�t mean to be rude, but I haven�t much time to say this, only while Katie and her dad aren�t around. You like her dad, don�t you?"
"Well, seeing as he�s my friend, I�d have to say that I like him, so yes, I do like him." Billy said.
"I don�t mean liking him as a friend," Penny said. "I mean liking him the way my dad and Archie like each other."
Billy dropped his control. The little car on the screen crashed into a wall and cheerfully exploded. "Well, you cheeky little�"
"Please don�t be angry," Penny said. "I don�t mean to upset you or stick my nose in your business, but Katie did lose her mum not too long ago. If I�m wrong, I�ll apologise, but I wanted to make sure one way or another. It�s just that I get the feeling that you and her dad, well, fancy each other, you know? I�ve been around lots of gay men, and I�m used to how things work between them and it just seems to me like� well, you know. I don�t want her hurt if this isn�t serious. So� is it?"
At a loss for words, Billy sputtered and stammered like a carburettor going bad, then, to his embarrassment when he did say something, it was in an almost hobbit-like squeak: "Who do you think you are?"
"I�m Katie�s best mate, that�s who I am. She�s had a very rough time, and I have to look out for her, you know."
"I�m not even going to dignify this�"
"I�m very sorry if I upset you, but you see, she would do the same for me. A girl can get very attached to her dad�s special friend, you know? And then if that friend leaves, well, it hurts. That�s happened to me and I don�t want it to happen to Katie. So if I�m wrong, I�m very sorry, but if I�m right, then please don�t let Katie get used to you being a parent only to have you leave. It�s bad enough that her mum died, she doesn�t need to have her heart broken all over again so soon, okay?"
Billy opened his mouth, desperately trying to think of a snappy comeback, but before he could say anything Katie called them to lunch. When Billy and Penny came to the table Sean felt sure something had passed between his friend and Penny, something perhaps a little unpleasant, or maybe just awkward, but his certainty dissolved as he sat across from Billy. If there had been any tension between the two of them, it swiftly vanished. The meal seemed to go on for hours, which in one way was wonderful, with the looks Billy was giving him, but in another way a nightmare, knowing that Penny at least had them pegged. He barely even tasted his food either way, but oh, with Billy looking at him as if he was afters, even a gourmet meal would have taken second place. Possibly third place. Hell, probably last place!
And the longer it went on, the more unaware of anything else Billy appeared to become. Sean found himself thinking it was just like being inside that vortex of dancing leaves with Billy; he could see nothing outside of it and didn�t know � or care � if anyone could see in. It wasn�t until some time later that he realised that Katie and Penny had left the table, and neither man had any idea exactly when they had done so. As Billy looked about, a puzzled expression on his face, Sean laughed.
"I get the distinct feeling we�ve been found out," Sean said.
"I�m sure of it, and I think you ought to know that Penny asked about us," Billy said worriedly.
"And you should know Katie seems to have some thoughts on the matter, too," Sean felt not a single qualm about this news, to his own surprise. Not even a little bit. He reached across the table and laid his hand on top of Billy�s. "Stop worrying," he chided. "Penny and Katie have known each other a long time, and both of them are comfortable with two men having a relationship."
"Are we?" Billy asked, "Is that what we�re doing, having a relationship?"
"I guess that�s what we�re going to find out." Sean stood, walked around the table, and as he picked up Billy�s dishes, he gave Billy a kiss on the cheek and was rewarded with a blush and a smile. "Let�s clear the table. Archie and James should be here to pick up the girls soon."
Billy helped Sean with the washing up. Afterwards Sean made them drinks, and they went to the study. Sean sat on the sofa and with a subtle nod at Billy to sit beside him, they settled down and watched the girls play their game, sending the little cars around the track on the screen.
The ringing of the doorbell hailed the return of James and Archie. Katie ran upstairs to collect her things while Sean greeted his guests. They were more than happy to have Katie over, and after a little light conversation they called the girls for the drive back home. At the door, Katie lingered. She threw her arms around Billy and gave him a peck on the cheek.
"Thank you, Billy," she said, brushing his hair out of his eyes. "I�m so glad you came for a visit. Will I see you again when I get back?"
There was a long pause before Billy answered, and then, "I don�t know just yet."
She nodded and kissed his cheek. "Well, I hope so," she said softly.
Sean watched Katie and Billy. There seemed to be some unspoken agreement made between them. Billy hugged her and kissed her forehead. "Don�t worry, Katie-m'eudail. Just you go and have some fun, eh?"
"I will," she smiled.
She turned her attention to her father, hugging him fiercely. "You�re sure you�re going to be all right?"
"You�ve already asked me that," Sean chided. "I�ll be fine. Go and enjoy yourself, and stop worrying about your old gaffer."
"Love you, Dad," she said softly.
"Love you, too, darling," Sean smiled warmly, his manner reassuring.
Katie smiled and walked through the doorway to join Penny. Billy watched as Sean stood in the open doorway and waited until their car pulled away and glided off into the dusk. He didn�t close the door until long after the taillights had vanished. He leaned against the door, as if to ensure no one else would slip out of it. Sean saw that Billy stood there regarding him; head cocked and with a wistful smile. "It�s cold in here now," he said softly. "I think I should start a fire."
Instead of going back to the study, he took a couple of steps up the stairway, then turning, held out his hand, palm up, beckoning to Billy where he stood at the bottom of the stair. Sean nodded in the direction of the upper floor. "There�s a fireplace," was all he said.
He watched Billy stand at the foot of the stair while the clock ticked and ticked. The lad stood quietly for a long stretch of time, as though weighing the consequences of his next action. Then, with a deep breath, Billy took the few steps up to join Sean.
They climbed the stair side by side.
Only a wood fire would do, so Sean squatted before the fireplace, stacking the wood just so. The flames from the kindling caught and licked at the wood and a smoky, sweet fragrance filled the bedroom. Billy breathed deeply. "What�s that smell?"
"Apple wood," Sean said, glancing over his shoulder. "It gives off a lovely smell when it�s burning. Which is why I kept it. I had to have one of the apple trees cut down when I had the path built, and I kept the wood."
Billy said nothing, but only smiled, sitting at the foot of Sean�s bed, his feet dangling in the disreputable red and white trainers he wore. With the fire burning well, Sean turned his attention to Billy. Sitting on the floor near the bed, leaning back against the mattress, Sean stretched out his long legs. He patted the floor next to him, and Billy scooted off the bed to sit beside Sean.
"Glad you kept the apple wood, it smells great. What is it about a wood fire, I wonder?"
"Probably started with our ancient ancestors, I imagine," Sean said.
"Hmm. A glass of wine, soft music, a dry cave and a fire. Sounds perfect." Billy smiled. "Feels nice," Billy added. Something about the way he said it sounded as though he felt� contented.
Sean indulged himself in the cliché yawn-stretch-arm-around-the-shoulder routine and watched Billy respond with a laugh. "Thought you�d find that amusing," he said. "The fire, however, is not intended to be cliché."
"I suspect not, Mr. Bean," Billy smiled. "I suspect the fire is to get it warm in here."
"Mmm-hmm," Sean un-looped his arm from around Billy�s shoulders and turned slightly sideways. He rested a hand against Billy�s cheek. He let his thumb stroke the thin skin over Billy�s temple. Billy closed his eyes and leaned into the gentle caress of Sean�s hand.
"The way that feels," Billy said dreamily, "makes me think of the beginning of Black Beauty. You know, when you were taming the horse."
"Well, a gentle touch is best, I think, if you don�t want to break the spirit," Sean smiled.
"Oh," Billy said softly, and then suddenly he was all over Sean, clutching and grasping, seeking Sean�s mouth with his own. Billy bunched Sean�s shirt into fistfuls of fabric, pulling Sean against him almost brutally, but Sean continued to touch and stroke Billy�s face and neck with gentle, soothing touches. Gradually Billy calmed himself, as if assured Sean wasn�t going to dissipate like smoke.
"How do you say �little by little� in Gàidhlig?" Sean finally managed.
"Oh," Billy said, gasping, "beag air bheag,"

"Let�s do it like that, shall we? Beag air bheag, eh?" Sean smiled, "Now, how do I say �I want to learn gàidhlig?"

"Tha mi airson gàidhlig ionnsachadh," Billy answered.
"Tha mi airson gàidhlig ionnsachadh. And how do I say �What do you want?�"

"Dè tha thu ag iarraidh," Billy said, a look of frustration settling on his appealing face.
"All right, then� dè tha thu ag iarraidh?"
"Ma 'se ur toil e� ma 'se ur toil e� An toir thu dhomh pòg?" Billy rasped.

"And what does it mean?"
Billy grinned wolfishly. "It means �please, please, will you kiss me?�"
"And how do I say �yes�?"
"There�s not a way to say �yes� or �no� in Gàidhlig."
"Then how do I answer?"
"Good God, do you use your mouth for talking only?"
"Oh, I see how it is!" Sean laughed. He pulled Billy to him and kissed his mouth. Hard. Drawing back, he noted with some amusement the expression on Billy�s face morphed from complete surprise to broadly smiling delight, eyes dancing back and forth like the pendulum of a clock.
"Now that�s what I call a kiss," Billy gasped.
"You mean like this?" Sean grabbed him again. This time he kissed Billy a little harder and longer. Once again, he pulled back. Now Billy looked like he was coming unraveled around the edges, as if the crisp lines of veracity were bleeding away from what he had previously thought of as reality. When Sean pulled him close again, this time it was to place a soft kiss on the thin, silky skin of Billy�s temple, letting his lips linger there, feeling life pulsing there. Once more Billy grabbed fistfuls of Sean�s shirt, this time so passionately that two buttons popped off and rolled away. Reflecting calmly that Billy would die of embarrassment if he knew how expensive the shirt was, Sean cupped the back of Billy�s head with one hand, slipping the other behind Billy�s back, and kissed him again, flicking the tip of his tongue along the edges of Billy�s teeth. Not so hard this time, but with more feeling, slipping his tongue inside to tickle the roof of Billy�s mouth. Billy�s chest began to work like a bellows and he all but climbed into Sean�s lap.
When the kiss ended this time, Sean stood and offered his hand. Billy took it, and Sean pulled him to his feet. He climbed onto the bed with an inviting smile and smouldering eyes, and Billy joined him there, kicking off his shoes. Sean pulled up Billy�s shirt, then peeled it off of him. Unbuttoning what was left of his buttons, he slid out of his own shirt. He let the tips of his fingers trail upwards from Billy�s wrist to shoulder and watched the soft skin under his fingers rise up in gooseflesh.
"Billy?"
"Mmm?"
"That first time you said something to me in Gàidhlig," Sean said, running his thumb along the outer curve of Billy�s ear, "what did it mean?"
"Later� I�ll tell you later."
Sean saw a glimmer of that damned poker face and decided not to press the issue. He pulled Billy closer. That ear looked tempting, and Sean wanted to kiss it, seeing as how Billy was rubbing against Sean�s hand there, like a cat. The skin was warm beneath his lips as Sean nibbled and sucked on Billy�s earlobe, and then kissed the curve of his neck, caressing the skin just below the ear with the tip of his tongue.
Billy responded by throwing a leg over Sean�s hips and pressing himself tightly against Sean�s crotch. "God, but you�re hard," Billy observed. Sean continued to kiss Billy�s neck and ear. Billy responded with a gravelly, low moan. Sean grasped Billy�s arse and ground into him. "Seasamh-boid," Billy whimpered.

"Hmm?" Sean wordlessly asked. The sound of it must have done something to Billy�s ear, judging by the soft whimper.
"Hard-on," gasped the Scot, "that�s how you say �hard-on�."
Sean unbuttoned Billy�s jeans and slid his hand inside to curl around Billy�s cock. "You mean this?"
"Oh, fuck," Billy hissed.
"Let�s get rid of your clothes, shall we?" Sean sat up. Billy raised his hips and Sean pulled Billy�s jeans and boxers off. "I want you to let me take care of you, let me make you feel good." Sean started at Billy�s neck and worked his way slowly down, nibbling nipples, tonguing the smooth skin over Billy�s ribs and enjoying the hissing intake of breath, the writhing accompanied by a high, sighing moan. He hovered over Billy�s cock just to see what he would say next.
After a few moments, Billy grew impatient. "Are you teasing me?" he panted, "You are, aren�t you? Oh, fuck, � ma 'se ur toil e�Sean, Bheir mi araon de do shùilean as na 'n Nach eil deoghaill anns mò ball!"

"What does that mean?"
"�Please, suck it or I�ll poke both your eyes out with it!�"
Sean laughed. He pulled Billy�s hips to one side and gave his buttock a playful slap. Then Billy gulped air and moaned loudly as Sean took his cock into his mouth. He trailed the tips of his fingers down Billy�s belly and watched as his entire body rippled. Sean moaned around the shaft. Years had come and gone since Sean had indulged in this sort of thing, and a wave of shockingly powerful greed twisted deep in Sean�s belly. The smell, taste and feel were entirely erotic. He took Billy deeper, sucking hard on the backstroke. Billy made a high, keening sound.
"Shite," Billy hissed, "if you don�t slow down�"
"I want to make you come."
"But�"
"Hush, now," Sean said, and took Billy into his mouth again.
"Oh," Billy said. His sides began to heave. He attempted to control Sean by holding his head, but the gesture was futile. Sean used his shoulders to spread Billy�s thighs a little wider.
Again: "I want to make you come."
Billy bit his lower lip, trying to delay the inevitable, but Sean was insistent. "Sugh mo bhod! I�m going to� oh fuck!" Billy loosed a loud, sharp yawp, his body went rigid, heels digging into the mattress, and Sean felt Billy�s come, hot, slick and salty-sweet, gush in his mouth.
Billy collapsed and lay there, limp from head to toe, gasping for breath. Sean crawled up his body, lying next to him, and watched Billy�s shattered face gradually come back to some semblance of awareness. Billy rolled onto his side, facing Sean.
"Why did you do that?" he asked.
"That�s what you said the first time I kissed you." Sean smiled at the slightly muddled expression on the little Scot�s face. "Well, you did! But to answer your question, I did that because I wanted you to understand I�m not a selfish bastard. At least not all of the time. That night in Wellington, that was selfishness on my part. I shouldn�t have started something I wasn�t going to finish."
"Well, you are working on finishing it."
"I hope it was a good start."
"Mmm, I�d say so. I do have one request."
"Oh?"
"Take off your damned trousers, you silly old git."
"As you wish," Sean answered. He unbuttoned his trousers, sitting on the edge of the mattress. Billy slid off the bed, curled up at Sean�s feet and slid the trousers down around his ankles.
"No, as you wish," Billy said, grinning up at Sean from between his knees. "Do you like me like this?"
"Judging from the salute you�re getting, I�d say that�s pretty much a given."
Billy brushed his lips over the skin of Sean�s inner thigh. "I suppose that I�d better salute back, then, eh, Captain of Gondor?"
Sean watched Billy open his mouth and take him in. He felt the head of his cock slide deep. No mistake about it, it may have been a while since Billy had done this, but he apparently had experience.
"Oh, good, that�s so good," Sean muttered. And it was, too. Billy didn�t just use his mouth, either. He used his hands, stroking Sean�s belly and thighs, caressing his balls. He used his breath, drawing away to blow softly on the glistening head before taking him deep again. Billy�s tongue knew exactly what to do, and how, and when to slow down or speed up, teasing with a swirl just here, a flick just there and a rippling caress just there. Sean ran his fingers through Billy�s tousled hair, caressed his cheek, his ears. Billy�s apparent eagerness to please Sean touched the older man. Placing his hands firmly on Billy�s shoulders, he guided him back up on the bed, pulled him close, and kissed him passionately before letting Billy curl up between his legs again.
Billy looked like he was feeling unravelled around the edges again, and Sean wondered for the first time what price Billy had paid, waiting all that time since Wellington. A man can work up quite a sexual debt in that amount of time, and an emotional debt, too. He wanted to push Billy off him, push him down on the mattress and fuck him, but there would be time for that later. This was something Billy wanted, and Sean certainly didn�t mind giving it to him. "How long have you thought about doing this?" Without quite realising he had done so until the words escaped him, Sean voiced his thoughts.
Billy let Sean�s cock slip out of his mouth. Resting his cheek on Sean�s thigh and looking up and into Sean�s eyes, he answered, "Forever. When you want something this badly, a day is as long as forever. So I�ve wanted you forever. Forever." Billy�s voice sounded tight. He looked more than unravelled around the edges now; he looked like he just might come apart at the seams.
"My God, what have I put you through?" Sean asked, humbled by the look of him, by his need of him, by the possibility of him.
"I don�t know," he replied. His soft voice quavered a little. "Maybe hell. Maybe hope. I don�t know. I just don�t know." Billy brushed his cheek against the skin of Sean�s inner thigh in a gesture that was entirely cat-like. He kissed Sean�s belly just above the patch of hair that nested Sean�s cock, and then swallowed him once more. Just like that Sean�s orgasm hit him quick and hard and from out of his reckoning of any sense of timing, almost as if he had no choice in the matter. Maybe he didn�t. Billy wanted it, Sean gave it to him. Just that simple and just that quick. It seemed to last forever, and with an intensity Sean had forgotten was possible. The little death, some call it, yet in this sudden, sharp little death, Sean felt himself beginning to break free of the shambling brown days and the slow burial under dead, crumbling leaves. In the embrace of this little death, he tasted life once more, and life would not suffer denial.
When Billy moved into Sean�s arms, Sean kissed him, kissed him long and deep, and an image formed in his mind of Billy being like a well, and himself as a man dying of thirst. Billy was full of cool, clear, life-giving water, and the more deeply Sean drank, the sweeter and more plentiful the water became. There was something behind Billy�s eyes, some promise of something Sean didn�t quite understand or recognise. Time to figure that out later, he thought, but right now it was time to live in the present. The world looked to be a brighter place here in the present. All around it in the margins, the shambling brown days might loom, but here in the vortex, life danced and floated around them like butterflies. Here in the vortex, something vital lay behind Billy�s eyes. The eyes danced their spellbinding dance, pupils dilated with want. No room for lies in there, not even for the lies a man may tell himself.
Placing a hand on the mattress on either side of Billy�s shoulders, Sean bent and gave Billy the gentlest of kisses between his eyebrows. "How about some wine, maybe a bite to eat?"
"Well, I � I guess so, sure," Billy replied, a doubtful expression flitting across his features as he reached for his jeans.
Sean knew immediately what to say, what to do. He took Billy�s jeans and tossed them across the room. "What, did you think I was just going to get my jollies and see you to the door?" He gave Billy a reassuring smile. "I�m not going to miss an opportunity to make up for lost time. I have plans that require us both to keep our strength up, and for that we need sustenance. Stay here and relax, I�ll get us something. I want you right here, all right? In fact, I should just take your clothes and hide them."
Billy laughed, which was exactly what Sean wanted, but didn�t see the pillow lobbed at his head until it hit him in the face, making him laugh even more. Sean went downstairs and selected a bottle of good wine, frowned at it as if it had said something insulting, put it back and then chose the best he had. Opening the refrigerator door, he examined its contents, picked up a package of thinly sliced lamb for sandwiches. He made the sandwiches, cut off the crusts, found a few ginger biscuits, placed everything on a tray and made his way back upstairs. He put the tray on the floor at the foot of the bed near the fireplace, dropped another log of apple wood on the fire and held out a hand to Billy. The little Scot took it and slid from the foot of the bed and the two of them lolled on the floor by the fireplace, eating and drinking companionably while the fire crackled. Sean became acutely aware of Billy watching him with an amused expression, the eyes doing their dance again.
"What?" Sean asked.
"What on earth are you doing?" Billy asked with a laugh.
"Hmm?"
"I asked what on earth you�re doing� you were humming."
"Oh. I didn�t realise." Sean felt blood rise to his face in embarrassment. He was well aware he couldn�t carry a tune in a paper bag. "I�ve had that song stuck in my head since yesterday. Can�t recall what it is, though."
"Oh, my God," Billy laughed so hard he had to kick his heels. "Oh, shite, I haven�t thought of that in ages!"
Sean sat up. "Are you laughing at me?"
"For heaven sake, no! Or maybe yes, but not like that," Billy said, sitting up beside Sean. He brushed Sean�s hair back with his fingers. "You�re an over-sensitive old git, Sean Bean." Then Billy cleared his throat and in his clear, light baritone he sang:

"Oh, Billy, my constant Billy,

When will I see my Billy again?

When the fish fly over the trees

Then will I see my Billy again.

Oh! My Billy, my constant Billy,

When shall I see my Billy again?

Billy again! Billy again! Billy again! Billy again!

Oh! My Billy, my constant Billy,

When shall I see my Billy again�"

Sean, remembering the old tune now, had to laugh at himself. "You must think I�m a right silly cunt," he said, pouring more wine for the both of them. Sean took a sip from his glass. Billy tossed his own wine back in a single swallow. He took the glass from Sean�s hand and set it aside.
"Then show me whether you really are a silly cunt or not," Billy grinned. He looked almost as if he was daring Sean to make a move. Sean looked at him sitting there cross-legged in the light of the apple wood fire with his dancing eyes and his little smile and he realised just how patient Billy could be when he wanted. He looked as though he could sit there all night without stirring if that was what it took. Again Sean felt the urge to just grab him, push him down and fuck him silly.
Instead, he reached out a hand and let his fingers trail down the side of Billy�s face and curl under his chin. He leaned forward and took a light kiss, then moved closer, using his fingers under Billy�s chin to draw him closer, as if he weighed no more than a feather. Billy threw one leg across Sean�s hips so that they now sat face to face, and this time Billy didn�t all but climb into Sean�s lap, he took possession of it, winding his arms around Sean�s neck and offering his mouth, his breath even and soft, lips slightly parted, slightly smiling. Sean wrapped his arms around Billy and pulled him in tight. Their mouths met with a heat like dragon fire.
Apparently Billy had shifted from his I-have-the-patience-of-Job gear to his damn-the-torpedoes-full-speed-ahead gear, and Sean wondered if those two were the only gears he had. Billy was all over him again, hands and mouth everywhere, clutching and grasping like a drowning man scrambling into a lifepreserver. He felt Billy�s cock pressing insistently against his belly, and his own cock rose to slither beside it: two snakes mating. Sean slid his lips from Billy�s mouth to his cheek and on to that sensitive ear, sculpting Billy�s neck into a sweet arch. He traced Billy�s spine with his fingertips from nape to sacrum, feeling Billy arching his back against the caress, again entirely cat-like.
"Shite!" Sean said suddenly. He felt Billy jump with alarm in his lap and Sean found himself feeling a little guilty.
"What? Have I done something wrong?" Billy looked at Sean, wide-eyed and worried.
"No, no, lad!" Sean said, "It�s just that I don�t� well, I�m afraid I�m not very� prepared. I don�t have any, um�"
Billy heaved a sigh of relief. Without losing his place in Sean�s lap, he slid his hand between the box spring and mattress and retrieved a tube of lubricant. "A fellow can dream, can�t he? I confess. When I packed my things to come for a visit, I didn�t know that I�d be staying a bit, but I thought, what the hell, can�t hurt to be prepared," he grinned. "I got it from my rucksack while you were downstairs."
"So you came here with the intention of seducing me?" Sean smiled, and to Billy�s fascination, the tip of Sean�s tongue flicked out and back, like that of a snake. "Well, aren�t you the naughty boy, you little�"
"Flirt? Cock-tease? That would be leodag in Gàidhlig." Billy said brazenly.
"Leodag� yeah, I guess that�ll do. Shameless thing, you."

"Is dòcha an sin nach eil tuiteamas air bith ann?"

"And what does that mean, my wee leodag?"
"Seeing as I�m such a naughty boy," Billy said with a plainly affected pout, "it means �I suppose a ride is out of the question?�"
"Would you care to find out?" Holding the lubricant in one hand, Sean folded Billy into his arms again. Sean felt him wriggle with delighted anticipation as their mouths joined once more. His fingers trailed feather-light down Billy�s back and the fevered body in his arms shuddered. He let his fingertips describe small circles just above the sacral dimples until he heard a keening whimper. He managed to squeeze a little lube on his fingers, then let them slip down the crevice between Billy�s hard, round buttocks. He slipped two fingers inside and when Billy wriggled back against the probing fingers, Sean felt his cock leap against Billy�s.
Billy rocked his body, rubbing his cock against Sean�s as he moved forward, taking the fingers deeper as he rocked back, his mouth vibrating against Sean�s with a sound that was somewhere between a hum and a moan. He took the lube from Sean and, reaching between their bodies, he coated Sean�s cock with it.
Billy pulled away from Sean�s kiss. "Aren�t you going to fuck me?" Billy panted, "Come on, fuck me."
"I want to, I do, I�m just a little afraid I�ll hurt you. It�s been a long time, you know."
"Let�s try it this way, then." Billy rose up a little, reached behind himself and guided Sean into place, then lowered himself carefully.
Sean felt his cock slip about a third of the way in. "Oh, my God," he moaned. "So tight. Oh, so good, so hot and tight. Easy, easy, don�t hurt yourself."
Billy leaned into Sean, breathing deeply, and then lowered his body again. "Oh, almost, almost� " At last, Billy let his weight push him the rest of the way down, and Sean watched his face go sweetly slack with pleasure. "Oh, my God," Billy groaned. "Deanaibh mi gu cruaidh!"
"Fuck you hard?" Sean asked.
Billy nodded an emphatic yes. "Could you� do you think you could manage to� oh, fuck it!" He untangled himself from Sean, got up, turned around and went down on hands and knees, looking back at Sean over his shoulder. "Come on, I can�t stand it!"
Sean sat there a second, taking him in: his body, so small as to be almost delicate, yet so perfectly proportioned and beautifully masculine, the sharp, fox-like face, the perfect bow of his sensual mouth, his entire form glistening with a light sheen of sweat, and the topper � those wide, bright green eyes, glittering with lust, the pleading plain to see. Sean got to his knees and moved into position. He ran his hands along Billy�s arse, watching the skin ripple under his firm touch. He grasped Billy around the waist and waited for Billy to push back against his cock before thrusting forward to slip inside.

Billy groaned, ground his hips in circles, gasping with pleasure. "Deanaibh mi gu cruaidh! " he whimpered, "Do it, fuck me, fuck me hard! Deanaibh mi gu cruaidh!"
Sean felt his hips piston forward of their own volition, answering the demand. "Oh, Jesus, Billy, oh fuck."
"Oh, fuck, yes, it�s so fucking good, isn�t it? Deeper, go deeper, harder, harder!"
Sean increased the tempo. Grasping Billy around the waist firmly, he thrust his cock deeply. Apparently he hit the right spot. Billy started babbling obscenities, wriggling back against Sean. Now that Sean had his bearings, so to speak, he shortened his thrusts to hit that hot spot deep inside.

"Burralaich! Aireamh na h-Aoine ort, Burralaich!" Billy gasped.

Guessing at what Billy was saying, Sean grasped Billy in an almost bruising embrace, giving it to him nice and rough.
"Yes, yes, like that! Deanaibh mi gu cruaidh, sean-dhruisire!"

Such sweet pleading. The sound of it made the hair on the back of Sean�s neck rise like the hackles of a dog. Some things just don�t require a translation, Sean discovered. "Like that, eh? You like it a little rough?"
"I do now," Billy gasped. "God, it�s been so long, I wasn�t sure, but Jesus, yes, I love it."
"I want to make you come."
"Oh, God," Billy gasped. His back arched sensually. "Come in me, Sean, come in me. Don�t hold back."
"Are you going to come? I want to make you come." Sean went as deep as he could go and began an agonizingly, sweetly slow grind. "I want you to come, I want to hear you say it."
"Oh." It came from somewhere deep inside Billy�s consciousness, and Sean sensed he was almost there.
"Say it, let me hear you say it."
"Oh, fuck!" Billy bucked back against Sean violently. "Come in me, Sean, I � oh, God! Tilg a-mach! Tilg a-mach!"

Some things just don�t need explaining.
"I will, I�ll come in you," Sean said, "but I want to make you come first."
Sean felt Billy�s flesh ripple around his cock, as if to pull him in even deeper. He reached beneath and grasped Billy�s cock. The instant he touched it he felt it throb in his hand. Billy threw his head back, his entire body taut, and Sean felt him come, hot and slippery, in his hand. "Do it!" Billy growled, "Do it now!"
Sean thought his cock was going to burst with the force of his orgasm. The sound he made was wordless and purely animal, and unless he was imagining things, it made Billy�s orgasm even better. Now the both of them sank weakly onto the carpet. Sean, reluctant to slip out of that sweet, hot little arse followed Billy down, let the weight of his lower body pin Billy to the floor while he held his upper body up on shaky arms. Billy, his face turned to the side, gasped through his lazy smile. He didn�t seem to mind, so Sean let his upper body rest along Billy�s back. He couldn�t resist nibbling Billy�s ear a little before rolling off, pulling the glowing and sweat-damp body close. Billy�s mouth, slack with satiation, begged to be kissed.
It was a long and tender one. Overwhelming emotions commanded Sean to tell Billy everything he felt with the kiss, the tenderness, the need, and the unspeakable gratitude. When he pulled away he could see Billy understood it all. Still, some things should be said out loud.
"Ah, Billy," Sean said, smiling, brushing Billy�s hair back from his forehead. "Thank you so much. Thank you for coming here. Thank you for being so patient with an old git. Thank you for not forgetting what happened at Wellington. Thank you for seeing I was in trouble. Thank you for what you did for Katie. Thank you for chasing the clouds away."
"And the sex?"
Sean laughed. "As if you need to ask. Thank you for the sex, the incredible, unforgettable sex. It was great. I wasn�t so sure I was up to the task. Little rusty with a bloke, you know? But with you� ah, such good material to work with! I know it took a little encouragement, but my intentions were good."
"Intentions?"
"Yeah. Something you said, about always looking for a father figure. I didn�t want that, because�"
"Sean? Because?"
"Because you might outgrow that some day."
"What? I � I don�t understand what you mean."
Sean gently rolled Billy onto his back, arms on either side so that he canopied the smaller man. He dipped his head and took a kiss. "That first time you spoke to me in Gàidhlig, when I asked you to ring me up on Oscar night, if it meant what I think it meant� well, if it did, then why would I want to take a chance? Did it? Did it mean what I think it meant?"
"You�re a persistent bastard, aren�t you?"
"Answer the fucking question. And not with another question. You said you�d tell me later. It�s now about half-past later."
Billy sighed. "Oh, all right! Beidh me ag caint leat níos deanaí mar tá mé i ngrá leat. It means �I�ll talk to you again because I�m in love with you.� There, I said it. Out loud." He looked away as if half-expecting something unpleasant.
Sean looked at Billy for the longest time. Now it was time for him to be the patient one. At last Billy looked at him once more, a puzzled look on his face. Sean regarded him with a gentle expression and the very beginnings of a smile. "There, you see? Those other times, when you slept with a bloke, you let yourself be used by them because you needed something from them. They knew that, trust me, they sensed it, and once they�d got their fill, it was all over, but Billy," Sean paused, stroked the side of Billy�s face, "you never have to worry about that with me. I wanted you to understand that."
"And that�s why I had to encourage you?"
"Well, yeah! I didn�t want you to set a pattern. You don�t need me to be a father to you. My God, Billy, you�re great material to be a father yourself! I see you with Katie and I think about how good a father you�d be. And I�ll tell you something else. That�s part of the appeal. I see a man who would be a wonderful, loving parent. And all wrapped up with that, I see a man who has a child-like sweetness. And that�s why you�d make a great father, Billy!" Sean rolled onto his side, taking Billy with him, reluctant to let him out of his arms.
Billy regarded Sean for a long while, as if searching his face for some lie. No doubt about it. He had been hurt by men before and was wary. As if reading Billy�s thoughts, Sean said, "I�d never use you like that, Bill. If you think that�s what I�m doing, then by all means, I won�t touch you ever again."
Billy�s eyes danced enchantingly again, this time with a little confusion, as though thoughts were warring behind them. Then as suddenly as a summer storm, Billy hugged Sean tightly, so tightly it was hard to breathe. Sean let him cling to him as tightly and as long as he wished, stroking Billy�s back, murmuring small, comforting wordless sounds. When Billy finally relaxed in his arms once more, Sean kissed him gently and long, drinking down the sweetness, the trust and the years of want.
"Let�s go to bed," Sean said.
Billy�s eyes were a little moist as he nodded silently. Sean stood and offered his hand to help Billy up, then, with the smaller hand folded in his own, he pulled Billy onto the bed.
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