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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 five

Talking in Tongues

Billy brushed irritably at the hand shaking his shoulder. "Go away," he muttered, trying to slip back into his dreams. It had been a lovely dream. He was standing under the apple tree in Sean�s garden, a rake in his hand. Leaning back against the apple tree stood Sean, his fingers laced into the fingers of Billy�s other hand, watching Katie furiously pulling up weeds. A robin perched nearby, its tiny eye shining like a drop of ink. It cocked its head and watched the people, singing to them, but the song was all wrong: it was singing the tune to Constant Billy. Someone shook his shoulder again. Fuck. He�d never get back to the dream again, now. He stretched and yawned, then rolled onto his back.
"Good morning," Sean smiled, leaning over Billy from where he stood by the bed. "I made breakfast. Come on before it gets cold."
Before he could stand straight again, Billy caught his hand and yanked him down on the bed. "Thoir dhomh pòg, a Mhaighstir Bean!"

"What �� Gàidhlig before breakfast?" Sean found himself laughing yet again. "You know, I�ve laughed more since you�ve been here than I have in the entire past year. Now, what did you just say?"
"I�ll give you a hint," Billy said, taking Sean�s face between his hands and kissing him soundly on the mouth.
"You told me to give you a kiss," Sean said. "How do I say that?"
"Well, I said, �Thoir dhomh pòg, a Mhaighstir Bean,� only if you said that you would be telling yourself you wanted a kiss. If you want me to give you a kiss, you say, �Thoir dhomh pòg, a Mhaighstir Boyd�, or �Thoir dhomh pòg, Billy."

" Okay, let me try. Thoir dhomh pòg, Billy,"

"Very good! You deserve a wee reward. And so I�ll give you one," Billy smiled and kissed Sean again.
"Much more of that and breakfast will be cold," Sean said, his voice sounding husky in his ears.
"Oh, no you don�t!" Billy laughed, rolling out of his reach. "I�m tired of having to encourage you. You�re going to have to earn it!"
Billy grabbed his jeans and scrambled into them, making for the door before Sean could think of a retort, so he settled for shouting to Billy as he went downstairs, "I haven�t forgotten how to call you a cock-tease, you little leodag!" Sean untangled himself from the sheets, picked up Billy�s shirt and went back downstairs.
Billy was already at the table sipping coffee and checking out what Sean had made when he got there. Sean handed him his shirt and Billy slipped it on. On the table sat a rather large platter laden with generous amounts of bacon, eggs and toast, and beside it sat a pitcher of fresh orange juice and a carafe of coffee.
"How do I ask if you�re hungry?" Sean asked, pouring a cup for himself.

"A bheil an t-acras ort," Billy said, eyeing Sean over the top of his cup.

"A bheil an t-acras ort?"

"You�re pronouncing it wrong," answered the Scot, eyes bright with mischief. "Say it like this: Uh vehl uhn tah-krus orsht?"
"Uh vehl uhn tah-krus orsht?"

"Tha sin glè mhath!" Billy said. "That means, �that�s very good."

"A bheil an t-acras ort?"
"Ceart gu leòr. Tha an t-acras orm, you bet, I�m very hungry."

"Ceart gu leòr. Tha an t-acras orm," Sean said doubtfully.
"No, like this: Kyarsht guh lyawr. Hahn tah-krus aw-rum."

"Ceart gu leòr. Tha an t-acras orm," Sean said, beaming as Billy nodded his approval.

"Tha sin glè mhath!" Billy said. "Now you can have another kiss. And you have to give it to me this time. No encouragement for you, lad! You earned it, and if you want it� then come and take it."
Sean leaned over and looped an arm around Billy�s shoulder, pulling him in nice and tight and kissed him hard. "What�s next?"
"We eat, is what�s next," Billy replied. "After that, a nice hot shower, then more lessons."
"I have a feeling I�m going to enjoy my lessons."
"I�ll see to that," Billy said with a wink. "Now how about breakfast?"
Apparently, the meal was met with no small amount of appreciation. Either that or Billy had a healthy appetite for more than sex and laughter. Afterwards Billy had his shower �� Sean had already taken one before making breakfast �� and Billy asked if they could step out into the garden for a bit. They strolled down the walk, just as they had the day before.

Billy said, "It was beautiful yesterday."
"Mmm-hmm," Sean agreed.
"That thing with the leaves�"
"Like magic," smiled Sean.
"I dreamt about this garden last night," Billy said, catching Sean�s fingers in a tangle of his own fingers. "I dreamt we were tidying it up, no gardener, just you, me and Katie. We were raking and she was pulling weeds. And there was a robin."
"Sounds nice," Sean said. Suddenly he realized they were standing in the near-perfect circle of dead grass, where they had kissed under the apple tree.
"Sean, do something for me?"
"What?"
"I want you to look at your garden."
"Not getting you, Bill."
"Look at your garden," he said, waving an arm to indicate the entire garden. "No, not at me! Your garden, Sean, look at your garden."
Obviously, this was something Billy was serious about, though Sean couldn�t imagine why. He regarded Billy a moment, trying to gauge his mood, then, deciding it was best to humor him, he looked at his garden from one end to the other. Billy stepped in front of Sean and lightly leaned back against the taller man.
"Do you see?"
"I see a sadly neglected little plot of earth. Such a shame, really." He circled Billy with his arms and kissed the crown of his head. "Katie and I used to love it out here."
"That�s what I�m trying to get you to see, Sean," Billy said. Sean�s forearms were crossed over Billy�s chest, and Billy rested both of his hands on Sean�s forearms, tipping his head back to glance at Sean�s face. "The garden, you see� it�s become a lot like its owner. Dead leaves all over. Like the remains of life as you knew it. Weeds thriving where wonderful things used to grow."
"Hmmm. I see what you mean."
"Time to take care of the garden, Sean. Katie will never really recover until you do, and neither will you."
Sean unwrapped his arms from around Billy, then turned him so that they stood facing each other. "I never really thought of it like that," he said. "Of course you�re right. It�s just that I seemed to have been paralyzed by all the rotten things that have happened lately."
"I know," Billy said, reaching up to stroke Sean�s face. "But life is too precious to let go to seed, Sean."
"Seems I�m in need of a gardener."
"I�d like to help you with that," Billy said softly.
"You�ve done wonders already."
"Have I?"
"Come here and I�ll show you," Sean said warmly. Billy took a step closer. Sean slid his arms around Billy�s back, bent his head, and with no encouragement, he took a kiss. For a moment Billy relaxed completely in Sean�s arms, melting into the kiss, and then he shifted gears again, clutching, grasping, winding arms and legs around Sean as he was lifted off his feet. Sean could feel the firm bulge in Billy�s jeans. He wanted to take Billy into the house, but was reluctant to break the embrace, so he shuffled and shambled and stumbled to the door with Billy clinging to him like a monkey. Opening the door proved a challenge, and his lower back promised to serve up a little punishment later for such abuse, but he finally managed it.
Once inside their kiss intensified yet more. Sean knew he would never make it all the way upstairs without putting Billy down, so he walked, or rather waddled, to the study, imagining how his lower back would make him pay for this later, and managed to get the both of them on the sofa.
Sean attempted to pry himself loose from Billy�s fervid, demanding kiss so he could say something, but all that came out was, "B�mmph!"
With a wet smacking sound, Billy finally relented. "What!" His brows drew downward, giving him a somewhat falcon-like appearance.
"It�s cold in here."

"An las thu teine dhomh?"

"Let me guess. You want me to light a fire, right?"
Billy nodded. "Will you light a fire for me, to be exact."

"An las thu teine dhomh?" Sean kissed the corner of Billy�s mouth. "Why not, you�ve lit a fire for me, after all."
"Well, hurry up!"
"Brat. I�m hurrying, I�m hurrying!"
Billy, impatient though he was, watched Sean with an indulgent smile on his face. Sean got the fire going, then opened a chest beside his chair and took out a duvet. He spread it on the floor, and then tossed some cushions on it for good measure. He nodded towards the duvet. "Well, come on!"
Billy held out his hand, palm up. "Thoir dhomh do làmh," he said.
Sean gave Billy his hand. Billy looked up at him with his dancing eyes. "You�re a quick study," he said.
"Come and let me show you what else I�ve learned," Sean said, pulling Billy to his feet. Billy kicked off his battered trainers, skinned out of his shirt and walked over to the duvet, leading Sean by the hand. In Billy�s other hand was Sean�s book, Introduction to Speaking Gàidhlig. Sean eyed the book with a quirky grin. "Do we have to do that now?"
"It�ll be fun," Billy said, "just wait and see." Sean shrugged and settled down next to Billy. "We�ll start with simple sentences. I�ll show you how it�s done, then I�ll give you a quiz. Get it right and you get, well, you get your reward."
"What�s my reward?"
"That�s the fun part," Billy grinned. "Pay attention. Okay, the verb comes first, unlike English. After that comes the subject, then the extensions, like this: the verb to be in English would be two different verbs in Gàidhlig. One of the two verbs is Bi, and the present tense is tha. When you use tha with personal pronouns it goes like this �� Tha mi means I am. Tha thu, You are. Tha e, He is. Tha is used to link a noun to a condition, for example, Tha Sean druiseil."

So, you�re saying I�m something, I get that part, but what�s the condition?"
Here Billy�s eyes danced mischievously as he answered, "Horny, Tha Sean druisel means Sean is horny."
"Ah ha! Now I know what to say when I want you."
"Not quite! If you were saying it about yourself, it would be Tha mi druisiel."
"Very well, then," Sean said, pulling Billy close and nibbling an ear. "Tha mi duisiel, Billy. Now do I get a reward?"
"In fact, you do," Billy said. He gave Sean a kiss. "Want more?"
"Absolutely," Sean answered, taking the book and thumbing through it until he found the English to Gàidhlig translations. Sean relaxed on his back with Billy tucked in close under one arm with his head resting on Sean�s chest. One leg bent to support the book, which he held with one hand, he continued his lessons, Billy supplying a word or a phrase and Sean replying in Gàidhlig. He needed the occasional correction from time to time, but each time he got it right, Billy gave him a kiss. Later, he wouldn�t be able to explain where the time went. When the fire burned low Sean got up to add more wood. Billy took the book and tossed it on the sofa, and Sean settled down next to him once more.
"I take it my lessons are done for now?" he asked.
"Well, yes, your language lessons, at least."
"And are you going to give me lessons of another sort now?"
"I am," Billy said with a mischievous grin.
"And what will you teach me, now?"
"How to make love to Scotsmen."
"I only want to know how to make love to one Scotsman," Sean said, stroking the side of Billy�s face with the back of his fingers. Billy nuzzled his hand. Sean looked at Billy�s face for long moments, captivated completely, then he murmured, "How do you?"
Billy looked at him quizzically. "How do I what?"
"How do you look so young and so ancient at once?"
"I think it has to do with this balmy old fart of an Englishman I know."
Sean discovered that it is entirely possible to smile and kiss at the same time. "Now, about that reward�"
"You got kissed," Billy teased, "Isn�t that enough?"
"No, in fact it isn�t."
"Well then, what would you say is a suitable reward?"
"How about letting me show you how to be made love to by a proper, good old-fashioned Englishman?"
"Is that what you are?" Billy laughed, slipping his arms around Sean�s neck. "Just a good old-fashioned lover-boy?"
"I haven�t always been one, but let�s just say I lost one good relationship from not being one. I�ve learned better since then."
"Really? And what, do tell, have you learned?"
"For one thing, I learned the most important love you make isn�t even done while you�re having sex. It�s in the details, the everyday little things that are so easy to forget. It�s in making that phone call you meant to, but just felt you didn�t have time for. It�s in the letters you write when you�re away from your lover. It�s in putting those long, cold winter nights to good use. And," Sean added, stressing this last statement, "it�s in remaining� well, constant."
"Constant?" Billy said, a puzzled expression on his face, "As in Constant Billy?"
"Exactly," Sean replied. "I wasn�t constant with Rachel, and in the end it killed our relationship. That�ll not happen again. And another thing, it�s in taking your time."
"Taking your time?"
"Yeah, yeah, it�s in taking your time." Sean paused, brushed Billy�s hair back with his fingers. "Seems you�re in a rush when we make love. It�s like you have two gears, one that has you just sitting there, and then there�s turbo. There�s no real warm-up, no second or third gear. I love the passion in you, Billy� but this time, I want to take a little more time."
Billy looked at him thoughtfully for several heartbeats before he spoke. "I�m not sure� I mean, with guys it was always, like�" And here words seemed to fail him.
"Billy, those guys, they weren�t making love to you, they were just fucking you. These were all older men, am I right?" Billy nodded, his brows drawn down in that way that made him look like a falcon. "You said you were looking for a father-figure. They knew that, they sensed a need in you, and for them all it was, was an opportunity to make it with a young and vulnerable boy. Not that I blame them, mind, because you�re a very attractive fellow. What I do mind is that it was your innocence they were after, not you. They didn�t care about the inner you. And they were stupid to do that, because that�s the part that truly needs love the most."
Billy said nothing. He seemed to be caught in Sean�s gaze, as if he could neither move nor speak. Lacking words to exchange, Sean only knew of one thing to do, and he did it. He folded Billy tightly in his arms and eased into a kiss. He went at it slowly and softly. The kiss went on for some time before he teased Billy�s lips with the tip of his tongue, then slowly slid his tongue inside. Once inside, he very slowly explored Billy�s mouth, as if memorizing everything about it, from taste to texture to temperature. When at last he drew away, Billy gasped, gulping for air.
"My God," was all he could say.
Sean went back for more, slowly easing Billy onto his back. He continued the kiss, soft and slow and gentle, letting his fingers trail oh so slowly down Billy�s neck, pause at the nipples, which he teased with the pads of his fingertips until they were hard little nubs, then the achingly slow caress went to Billy�s sides. Sean felt Billy quiver like a bowstring after the arrow has been loosed. He continued to tease the skin over Billy�s ribs as he kissed his way from mouth to neck to nipples, softly sucking and nibbling them. He kissed his way to Billy�s navel, then, as he undid Billy�s jeans, he kissed his way back up from navel to neck, and then back to Billy�s gasping mouth. His hand slid inside Billy� boxers, and a moan escaped him as he cupped the bulge between Billy�s legs. Sliding his hand back out, he gradually worked Billy�s jeans and boxers down around his hips, smiling into the kiss as Billy raised his hips to let Sean push them down lower.
Sean sat up and slipped Billy�s clothes the rest of the way off. Then he removed his own trousers, pausing only to pull the lubricant out of his pocket. "So," he said, smiling down at Billy, "What do you think of nice and slow now?"
"More," Billy whispered, "I want more."
Sean gathered Billy to him again, kissed him slow and soft again, and then went back to neck, nipple, navel and beyond. He eased his mouth around Billy�s cock, ever so slowly taking it deeper and deeper as his fingers, slippery with lubricant, found their mark. As he took Billy�s cock deeply into his mouth, he slid his fingers deeply into the trembling body, and as he drew his mouth back, he slid his fingers almost all the way back, only to slid them back in as he once more swallowed Billy�s cock. The rhythm was maddeningly slow, and though Billy squirmed under his attentions, Sean kept the pace easy and slow until he had Billy at just the right place. He kissed his way back up to Billy�s mouth as he continued sliding his fingers in and out, in and out. Then, settling himself between Billy�s spread thighs, he said, "Let�s just get those ankles in the air, shall we?" He adjusted the angle of his hips a little until he felt the tip of his cock pressing into the slippery divide between Billy�s hard, round little behind, then eased his cock inside, slowly, slowly, so slowly until he was all the way in.
His arms around Billy tightened as he once more claimed Billy�s mouth, and the rocking of his hips, like his kisses and caresses, was a slow, sensual dance. His cock slipped in and back in short, slow strokes, so that most of the shaft stayed deep inside. Billy tightened his legs around Sean�s hips, bucking upwards. Sean pressed down with all his weight, so that Billy was pinned down motionless beneath him, and he broke the kiss to say, "Ah-ah-ah! Nice and slow, easy, lad, just let me� " Billy silently nodded his compliance, and Sean once more took his mouth. He kept his hips perfectly still until he felt Billy relax underneath him, then continued his small, slow thrusts.
Underneath him, Billy trembled, gasped, moaned and whimpered, begging for release. Sean waited, working the body beneath him gently but firmly until Billy was almost in tears with frustration. "I want to make you come, Billy," he whispered. Unable to put thought to word, Billy nodded. Sean began to thrust a little faster and harder, careful to hold himself back. When he felt Billy�s body arch and stiffen beneath him, he let Billy have it with all he had. Billy�s cock throbbed between them, and Sean felt the proof, hot and slippery, that he�d done his love-making well, and all this time he denied himself his own relief. The tight, pulsing sheath of flesh around his cock was so wonderful he wanted to never stop, and as soon as Billy�s breathing evened out, he began his slow, careful thrusting again. His cock was so engorged it nearly hurt, but still he took his time, waiting until Billy trembled and teetered on the edge of ecstasy yet again.
He had seen Billy frayed around the edges. He had seen Billy nearly come apart at the seams. But this time, as he made Billy come again, as he felt his own cock throb and pulse inside that fevered, frantic form, he saw Billy crack, then splinter, matching Sean�s deep growl with a high, keening cry lie a fox.
Sean, arms tremblingly weak, rolled onto his side, still holding Billy firmly, their mouths battened together in a searing kiss. At last Sean pulled away.
"Well?" he gasped, "What do you think of old-fashioned lover-boys, now?"
"I think� " Billy gulped, "I think I�ve got to have more of that, and I think I�d like to go upstairs to bed. If it was that good here on the floor then it has to be even better in a nice, comfy bed."
Gathering the scattering of items the wanted to take to the bedroom, the pair ascended the stairs quietly, like an old, established couple.
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