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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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Sean woke Billy by kissing the back of his neck. Less than half-aware, Billy�s laugh sounded almost child-like in its delight.

"Good morning, my cheeky wee monkey!" Sean said cheerfully.

"Good morning," Billy yawned. "What a wonderful way to wake up. Is there more? Are you a morning man?"

"Ordinarily I�d say yes, but not this morning. Rise and shine, lad, I have a surprise for you. After your shower you�ll have to borrow a shirt. I looked for a clean one of yours but I think they�re all due a wash. I�ll get the shirt while you get cleaned up. I�ll be downstairs."

Billy rose and stretched so hard he stood on his toes. Sean watched him shuffle off to shower, scratching his buttocks as he went. Sean chose a blue jumper with a Blades logo on the breast. It would be a bit big on Billy but it would serve his purposes quite well. He placed the item on the bed, and before exiting the bedroom, he picked up Billy�s worn red and white trainer. He turned the shoe in his hand, smiling. Sean lifted one foot and measured the trainer against the bottom of his own shoe. Sean smiled. Oh, yes, no doubt about it; Sean definitely had a hobbit kink all right. Billy�s shoe size was quite small. "May as well admit it to yourself, Sean," he said, "You, sir, are one of those pervy hobbit fanciers you�ve heard about. Or, more to the point, a pervy Billy fancier, eh?" He dropped the shoe and went downstairs to get the tea going. Even downstairs he could hear Billy singing in the shower. Noisy little blighter� He went to the study and tidied things up, finishing just in time, apparently. Hearing the doorbell, he went to let in his visitor.

Meanwhile, Billy finished his shower. He towelled himself dry before going through Sean�s cabinet for a razor and cologne, then finished his grooming. He rummaged through his rucksack until he found clean boxers. His last pair of clean denims was an old, comfortable pair and he smiled, remembering that these, though sprung out in all the right places for comfort, were still his tightest pair. Good. They�d give Sean a reason to look at his arse. Then, slipping into the Blades jumper, (which was far too large for him, but if it made Sean happy, then that was just fine) he went downstairs at a near bound, eager to see what Sean had up his sleeve. Billy found him looking at the disreputable garden from a window awash with the morning sun, so bright Billy could only see a silhouette of the tall figure with its broad shoulders. Sneaking up behind him, Billy pounced on his back, knees digging into flanks, hands grasping the shoulders. "What are you up to then, you old tosser?" Billy shouted.

"What the fuck�" Billy heard Sean say. Only Sean�s voice was coming from� across the room? Billy looked in the direction of Sean�s voice and shook his head in disbelief. There was Sean. Then who the hell�

Billy hopped down. Whoever it was that Billy had jumped on turned around. No, it wasn�t Sean. Oh, no, not Sean at all, though the resemblance was strong �� it was none other than Sean�s father, Brian. Billy turned several shades of red with embarrassment.

"Brian!" Billy said, horrified.

"Billy?" Brian said.

"Dad?" said Sean.

"Son?" said Brian.

"Darling!" said Sean.

"Darling?" said Brian.

"Dar� jeeling� Dad? Um, tea?" Sean said with a nervous laugh.

"No," Brian said. "You know I only ever take Earl Grey!"

"Yes, how stupid of me, Earl gay�um, Grey! Earl Grey, I�ll just�" Sean laughed nervously and backed out of the room to get the tea.

Billy forced a grin and laughed, still blushing with embarrassment. "I� I think I�ll go and lend a hand." Before Brian had a chance to respond, Billy bolted like a frightened rabbit and rushed to the kitchen.

"Sean, I�m going to fucking kill you," Billy hissed. Sean did not fail to note the look on Billy�s face, further emphasised by the crossing of his arms on his chest. "So this is my surprise? Well, if you wanted me to be surprised, you sure got what you wanted. Have you lost your fucking mind? I really don�t like surprises like this, Sean. You should have told me," Billy said with a scowl.

"Right," Sean said, a thoughtful look crossing his face. "Watch the surprises. Got it."

"You�re working on a list, aren�t you?" Billy said. "You�re working on a Billy list."

"I can�t help it, I have to, well, keep things in order," Sean said defensively.

"Well, stop it," Billy replied. "I�m not a project or a chore, am I?"

"No, but you are important. And because you are, I have to make sure I do everything right. I�m sorry the surprise didn�t suit you, really I am. But if I had told you I�d invited Dad over, you�d have just left," Sean said, placing cups and saucers on a tray.

"And what makes you think I won�t leave anyway?" Billy countered, eyebrows drawn in a scowl.

"I don�t think that," Sean said, "But I hope you�ll stay. I just need to see how things go with you and Dad is all, Billy. I have my reasons."

"Well they better be fucking good reasons is all I�ll say," Billy said, still bristling.

Sean looked at Billy and sighed. Placing the tray aside, he grasped Billy�s upper arms and gave him a quick kiss: kiss #2, in fact. There it was, the expression of surprised delight, and in spite of Billy�s attempt to resist, at that. The anger had dissipated into what looked an awful lot like a pout. Billy struggled to hold onto his anger, but yet another quick kiss shattered that attempt completely and he smiled in spite of himself.

"Unbelievable," he said. "Really, Sean� darling? Earl gay? Did you see the look on his face?"

"Yes, and the look on your face was priceless, too," Sean laughed. "Don�t worry, Dad will never put two and two together," Sean said. "If he doesn�t want to see or hear something, it�s like he�s deaf and blind to it. Look, just trust me on this. Call it a test, if you like. I�ll explain everything later."

"You�re bloody well right you will," Billy said. And going by his tone of voice, he meant it.

"Thank you, baby," Sean said. He watched Billy to see if the endearment did what he hoped it would.

It did.

Oh, boy did it ever. Billy leaned into Sean. "Be careful, stud," he whispered. "Wouldn�t want to get caught, now, would you?"

"No, but I�d love it if you�d save that look for later."

"Speaking of which," Billy purred, "Now you have something to make up to me for. You�re going to have to really put your heart into it tonight."

Sean said nothing for a moment, and then he kissed Billy�s cheek. "My heart�s already in it, baby."

Billy�s eyes widened. He looked like a kid opening a birthday present. He stood on his toes and gave Sean a peck on the lips. "Let me get the kettle," was all he said.

Now, flopping down on the sofa next to Brian in the sitting room, Billy took a cup of tea from the tray Sean carried and handed it to Brian. There was a small stack of disks Brian had set on the side-table. Billy picked them up and shuffled through them. On the very top was one called 100% Blades: A History of Sheffield United. Beneath that one were others about some of their many storied players: Jimmy Hagan, Len Badger, Bill Foulke, Keith Edwards, Ted Hemsley and Alan Hodgkinson.

"Oh, so I take it we�re going to have a day with Sheffield United, then?" Billy grinned.

"Yeah, Sean rang me up and said he wanted to get caught up on some features he hasn�t seen," Brian replied. "Between his globe-trotting and everything else, Sean and I have missed out on the time we usually spend together."

"But you have been going to matches, right?" Billy said, leaning forward, elbow on knee and chin resting on his palm.

"Well, not nearly enough," said Brian. "Just not the same, going without my son."

"Oh, that�s too bad," Billy said, forehead furrowed. "And now he�s got a project coming up." Billy paused and took a sip of tea.

"Yeah, I know." Brian heaved a sigh. "I can usually get some of my mates to go with me. Still, though, I really love going with my son. Just not the same, going with a lot of old men like me."

Sean watched Billy closely. He leaned closer, his attention completely on Brian. "You aren�t old. Still, I understand what you mean," Billy said. "Your son is good company. I�d miss him, too."

Ah ha! Sean thought, he means that, but he also means he�ll be missing me, too. Look at him. He really likes Dad, that�s plain. God, I hope this works.

"So, Dad," said Sean. "Which disk do we watch first?"

"Yeah, he is good company," said Brian, as if Sean wasn�t even in the room. "I imagine you know that already, though. We all miss him, Katie most of all."

"Have you taken Katie to any matches?" Billy asked.

"Yeah, but I think it just makes her miss her dad even more," Brian said.

"But she is a fan, right?" asked Billy.

"Oh, yeah, quite," laughed Brian. "Then again, she would be, wouldn�t she, with the likes of us as her dad and granddad."

"So, Dad," Sean said in a second attempt to interject. "Which disk shall I put on first?"

"So it runs in the family, so to speak?" Billy asked. Sean noted that Billy had scooted a little closer to Brian.

"Absolutely, lad," Brian replied. "Still, she just doesn�t enjoy it as much without her dad."

"Even if others go with the two of you?" asked Billy.

"Doesn�t matter," Brian said. "If it�s just Katie and me, or if I bring along my friends, she still doesn�t enjoy it so much."

"Um, Dad," Sean said, determined to be heard this time.

"Sean, get your old man some more tea, will you?" was Brian�s only reaction.

Sean stood there, blinking owlishly. He�d wanted his dad and Billy to get along, but maybe this was working a little too well. He was beginning to feel like a fucking servant! When he opened his mouth to speak, "Uh," was all he could say. Fuck, that was brilliant, Bean, just brilliant.

"Looks like Billy could use a little more while you�re at it," Brian said. To add insult to injury, neither Brian nor Billy even spared him a glance. They simply held their cups out in his general direction.

"Right," Sean muttered under his breath, taking their cups to fetch more tea. In the kitchen he caught himself muttering about being ignored and slamming the sugar-bowl down so hard the pedestal chipped and sugar spilled onto the countertop. When he returned, he tried yet another attempt to join the conversation.

"Don�t get me wrong," Brian was saying. "Len Badger is fantastic, but I have to go with Jimmy Hagan as the most memorable of the greats."

"Dad, about the disks," Sean said loudly, and with just an edge of irritation.

"Well, your son seems to think so," Billy said.

"Dad!"

"Son, make yourself useful and put that Hagen disk in, eh?" Brian said.

Sean heaved a sigh, and then wordlessly did as he father asked. He took his place on the other side of Billy, and the three of them settled in to watch the disk. Brian took the opportunity to point out important matches and astounding footage as the best of the Blades history unfolded. Sean watched them from the corner of his eye. Billy was completely absorbed, and not only with the footage and narrative the disk offered. Sean saw that Billy hung on Brian�s every observation. He gave dear old Dad his complete attention, and Sean was reminded of something he�d long known, deep down, but somehow hadn�t thought about: Billy was a great listener. Not only did he absorb the words, but also inflection, gestures and facial expressions. And the way Brian behaved with Billy was perfect.

Sean�s initial irritation dissolved. The way Brian looked at and talked to Billy recalled Sean�s relationship with his father. Brian had been a good father, tough but fair, if a little distant in that northern bloke-ish way of his. Tough though he may have been, the toughness had been born of and outlined with great love. The relationship was one that made a boy feel like everything was going to turn out as it should, as long as a father like Brian had anything to say about it. And Brian was definitely enjoying the role. Brian adored his granddaughter, but he had nagged Sean endlessly for a grandson. Divorce and death had temporarily put an end to that longing, but it was now plain that Brian still wanted and needed a male youngster to fill the empty place created when Sean had left home. Here was someone who might sometimes fill that emptiness when Sean was away, and Brian, on some unconscious level, knew that. He knew, and his father�s heart responded in kind.

And Billy?

Just look at him, Sean thought, I�ve seen boys look at their dads like that. It�s working. Now I know how Billy reacts to a father figure. Damned glad he doesn�t look at me like that. This is wonderful, just perfect. Looks like I�ve got everything covered. He has Dad for a father figure, and he has me for everything else. It�s all right there; plain to see in the way he looks at Dad. And the way he looks at me is just�it�s like the way champagne sparkles. He loves me. He really and truly loves me the way I want him to love me. Which means it�s safe to love him back, the way he needs to be loved. The way I want to love him, too.

Sean anticipated their every want now, no longer resentful of feeling ignored, fetching more tea, rummaging for snacks, changing disks, all before he was asked to do so. It all went wonderfully� until lunchtime.

"Time to take a break for a bite to eat," Brian observed. "What are we having, son?"

"That depends on what you want," said Sean. "What would the pair of you like? Sandwiches okay?"

"What kind?" Brian responded, "Got any roast beef?"

"Beef! Now that sounds good," Billy grinned. And then Sean saw it: a mischievous sparkle in Billy�s eyes, and Sean knew, he just knew �� Billy was planning on saying something, something designed to make Sean squirm. "I just love British beef," he said, looking Sean right in the eye. "Nothing I like more than a nice, big, hot, juicy hunk �� of British beef inside me."

Sean knew his mouth was agape in horror, but he was frozen, dumb. You little devil! Oh, you�re going to pay for that, Billy. He finally managed to close his mouth. To his horror, his teeth clicked with the force of it. It was everything he could do to keep from actually grinding his teeth.

"You sure make it sound good, lad," Brian nodded.

"Oh, yes," Billy continued. "The more I think of it, the more I want it. All hot and juicy in my mouth �� something I can really work on. And so� satisfying."

"That�s it," Brian laughed. "Now you�ve done it. I�m dying for a steak."

Sean felt himself flushing with embarrassment. It took all his will, and all his acting talent to calm himself, but underneath his concentration came the realisation that Billy knew exactly what he was doing, and knew what the consequences would be as well. "All right," he said calmly. "Beef it is, then. Let�s go down to the pub." He caught Billy�s eye and said with dead calm, "Later, I�ll give Billy a thorough spanking �� in a good game of darts." He noted with some satisfaction that Billy blushed and hurriedly grabbed a cushion and pulled it onto his lap. Ha! Gave you a hard-on, did I? Well, just you wait, Billy-boy. I�ll be getting my satisfaction later, in more ways than one! He watched Billy struggle with his arousal. When Brian rose, got his coat and shrugged into it, Sean took the opportunity to give Billy a satisfied grin as he wagged his finger and mouthed, "You�re a very, very naughty boy, Billy."

Billy, red-faced, scrambled into his coat, his back turned to Brian as he gulped in air and bundled his coat around him to hide his erection. Sean saw Billy knew that those wonderfully tight jeans did nothing to help conceal his obvious stimulation. Brian went to the entryway, and Sean took yet another opportunity, this time to give Billy a sound swat on the bottom with a whispered promise that this was only a taste of what was to come. He couldn�t fail to note that Billy�s face betrayed his feelings. Apparently, the little blighter had calculated Sean�s response to his provocation. Tonight promised to be a very, very interesting experience.

Steak and potatoes at the pub was first-rate, especially washed down with a pint or two. Sean actually did play darts with Billy and Brian, and, true to his prediction, gave Billy the sound "spanking" threatened. Of course, Billy�s trembling did nothing to help his aim. Through the entire time at the pub, Billy, time and again, shot Sean a furtive glance laced through with both want and adoration. After nigh on two hours, the trio returned to Sean�s place to watch the remaining Blades footage, only now Billy�s attention was on Sean as well as Brian. Late afternoon found them finishing the last of the disks. At last, Brian stood and stretched.

"It�s been splendid, boys, but it�s time for the old man to get home. Dinner is waiting, I�m sure," he smiled. Billy and Sean walked him to the door. "You�ll take in a match with me when Sean is off on his next project, right?" he said to Billy.

"Aye, it�ll be great," Billy grinned.

"Great, fantastic," Brian said. To Sean�s surprise, instead of shaking Billy�s hand, Brian threw one arm around Billy�s shoulder and gave him a squeeze. "It�s been lovely, lad. You two behave yourselves, eh?"

"Well, Dad," Sean said, "that�s no fun, right?"

"Right," Brian laughed. He embraced Sean tightly. "See you on Sunday, eh?"

"Sure, Dad," Sean smiled warmly.

"If Billy�s still visiting, bring him along, eh? Your mum is making a London broil. The lad likes his beef, he�ll love your mum�s cooking."

"Sure thing, Dad," Sean said, smiling warmly.

Brian spared them a last glance as he went out into the dusk, lighting a cigarette. "Goodnight, then," he called, and then vanished around the corner.

Sean closed the door, then turned slowly with deliberation and gave Billy a stern glance. "You," he growled, pointing to the floor in front of him. "Come here."

Billy gulped. Then, taking a deep breath did as Sean ordered. He closed his eyes. Apparently, he expected Sean to yell at him. Sean was reminded of Billy�s performance just after Pippin had knocked the dead dwarf down the well, and he struggled not to laugh. Instead, Sean scooped Billy into his arms and gave him a sound kiss. Billy�s gasp of delighted surprise was all the reward Sean could have wished for. He grinned indulgently at Billy�s sigh. "Upstairs with you, you wicked thing!" Sean grinned. Billy turned to go and Sean gave him a solid whack on his bottom. Billy took the stairs two at a time, laughing with child-like delight, and Sean raced up the stairs behind him.

Billy began stripping before he ever got to the bedroom, knowing Sean�s persnickety nature would force him to stoop and collect the discarded items. By the time Sean got to the bedroom, Billy was down to his boxers. Sean dropped Billy�s clothing and pounced, pinning Billy down. Billy laughingly gave only a token struggle, just enough to make Sean hold him tighter. "My God," he said, "you were right! If he doesn�t want to hear or see something, it�s like it just didn�t happen! You have a great dad, Sean. I�m glad you asked him over."

"I was hoping you would say that," said Sean. "You�re a bright lad, Billy. I�m sure you figured out my strategy quickly enough."

"Aye, I did," Billy said softly with the gentlest of smiles. "I hope I didn�t disappoint you."

"I�ll put it this way: now I know you�ll never disappoint me. Now I can�" and with that, Sean�s words simply dried up on his tongue, and he became suddenly very sober. He felt himself tremble just a wee bit.

"Sean? You okay?"

Again, Sean struggled to speak, but the words just wouldn�t come. Holding Billy firmly, he rolled onto his back so that Billy�s body was draped along his own body. Billy gave him he gentlest of kisses, just long and tender enough to break the spell.

"Remember when you ask me why I kissed you?" Sean murmured. Billy nodded, and Sean continued; "Now I know why I did. And I know why I wouldn�t stay, too."

Billy lay quietly atop Sean, his body tense with trepidation.

"I think it was fate," Sean said. "I think we were meant to be together. I think we�ve always been together. I think we�ve lived and loved each other thousands of times across the ages, and we�ll live and love each other thousands of times more. That�s why I kissed you. And I wouldn�t stay because somehow I knew that, and it scared me to death."

"Sean?"

Sean rolled over on his side, gathering Billy to him tenderly. He cupped Billy�s cheek with one hand and looked deeply into Billy�s eyes. He took a deep breath. "Billy, listen� I�m trying to think of a way to tell you something. I love you just isn�t adequate. It�s said too often, and too often it means too little. The words I wanted to use are more meaningful, more pure. But there aren�t any other words I can think of that say it better, so it�ll have to do. I love you. I love you through and through. I look at you, and oh, laddie, how your eyes do shine. It�s you, with your beautiful eyes and your wonderful, sweet body and your bright soul and your warm heart. It�s how you are with Katie, it�s how you are with Dad, and most of all, it�s how you are with me. And words fail me. They fail me because they�re all too cheap and dirty and hard. So all I can say is I love you."

Billy lay frozen in Sean�s arms for a long moment. Sean wanted Billy to do something, to smile, or to kiss him, or to say, "I love you, too". None of these things happened. Then, to Sean�s shock and surprise, Billy buried his face in Sean�s chest, went completely limp in his arms, and began to sob.

"No, no, laddie, don�t, please don�t, Billy!" Sean hugged Billy tightly against him. "What did I do? What did I say?"

"You love me," Billy said with a shudder. "You love me, you love me, you really do. I wanted you to love me so much, and now that I know you do, I�m scared, Sean. I�m so scared. Because if anything messes this up, it�ll be the death of me."

"That�s not going to happen, Billy," Seam murmured into Billy�s hair. "You see, you�ve really gone and done it, now. It�s too late. You�re doomed. You�re stuck with me, Billy. You love me, and you made me love you back. That means I�m yours, and you�re mine. And I won�t give that up. God help anyone that ever tries to undo that. No, I�m afraid there�s no escape for you, laddie. You�re sweet little arse is mine, now."

Just as Sean hoped, the last statement brought forth a laugh into Sean�s chest. Billy gazed up at Sean, the adoration and the relief plainly written in his eyes and face. Sean kissed Billy�s wet cheeks until Billy began to laugh heartily.

And then Sean kissed Billy�s mouth. This was a new kiss, a kiss that hadn�t made his mental list. This was a kiss he had never experienced with anyone, ever. This was the kiss of kisses, the kiss of all kisses, the one true kiss of one true and perfect love, the kiss that spans time and the universe. This was the kiss that makes the human heart both free and slave, the kiss that is as impossible to imitate as it is to forget. This was a kiss to last a lifetime. Once tasted, it is never forgotten or forsaken. This is truly, Sean thought, the kiss of life.

This was the kiss that not only wiped away the slow burial of Sean Bean�

This was a kiss of resurrection.
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