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[lucygraysboy]

“my greatest accomplishment, making you sing like this. i wanna listen to you for hours and hours, baby,” billy murmurs raggedly, the thrills going through his lower belly at the sound of her voice make him feel lightweight. his heart a helium-filled balloon. he swears he can feel the white-hot, molten heat radiating from her center and seeping into the black fabric of his dress pants, and it takes all the willpower not to slip a hand underneath her skirt. “you look so beautiful like this. i wish you could see yourself right now,” he breathes, kissing her rosy cheek as sweetly and innocently as he can, taking a moment just to marvel at her. her flushed face, curls tousled where his hand’s messed them up, one pink feather barely hanging on, the tight vest and skirt and cowboy boots… god, can she keep the boots on all night? “what am i goin’ to do with it? what are you goin’ to do with it?” he laughs mischievously but it’s cut short, feeling how his swollen length twitches at the curious touch of her hand. tingling sensations spreading throughout his body, making him lose his mind. he can feel a moan building up in the back of his throat and nuzzles into the crook of her neck, struggling to stifle it. teeth nibbling the soft skin there, sucking as his fingers knead her backside. bathroom. where’s the bathroom? there must be one somewhere in here. he could lock the door, unzip his pants and push her soaked panties to the side and… “fuck,” he groans against her jaw, his whole back alive with goose bumps as her hips grind into his. he wants her to know that he loves it and so he tells her just that, in a whisper right beneath her ear, and then nuzzles into her throat again, letting his hand travel up her vest and palm her small breast. he kisses her until his lungs and lips are burning and aching, certain there’s a wet spot on his dress pant where their bodies keep colliding with each other in wanton abandon, and…

“oh, god.” a mortified gasp escapes him upon hearing the familiar voice of barb azure, coming from right behind him. he kisses the fingertip that’s pressed to his swollen lips, hand letting go of lucy gray’s chest to rest on her hip. “hi, ladies, hello,” he croaks, carefully lowering his little lady so that she can stand on her own two feet. he turns them around so that no one’s talking to his back, but makes sure to keep lucy gray’s petite body in front of his, hiding the part of his body that’s not pulsing and twitching almost painfully. he discreetly tugs her skirt down her thighs, and even attempts to fix that one stubborn feather, refusing to accept the fact that it’s too late for that now. barb azure and maude ivory have already seen more than enough and surely know what’s going on. “that was a… a great show. i was just passin’ by and heard you, guys, playin’ and — yeah, such a great show. you were all wonderful. great.” he stumbles over his words, lucy gray’s lipstick smeared across his mouth, his shirt unbuttoned almost all the way down, falling off his shoulder and exposing the purple mark on his pale skin. his throbbing middle pressed against the songstress’ lower back, strong arms curling around her shoulders. he feigns innocence and smiles sweetly at the pair of old friends, but no one seems particularly convinced. he just nods his head — yeah, of course, he’ll get her to her room. yeah, it’s all good if they leave. yeah, yeah, yeah… “oh, my goodness,” billy laughs once they’re alone again, burying his red face in lucy gray’s hair. maude ivory’s song ringing in his ears, making him feel even more embarrassed. “i wasn’t plannin’ on givin’ you a baby tonight, but… since your cousin already suggested that,” he teases, doing anything in his power to forget about the growing embarrassment. 

“prettiest sounds. mhm.” voice slurs against his ear, nodding her head as she agrees while being so strongly hoisted up, “well, you make me make the prettiest sounds.” lucy gray seductively whispers, another squeak sounding from her when he presses his erection in between her legs with that roll of his hips. feeling the hardness press against her thin lacy panties causes another wave of throbbing electricity to gather in her bundle of nerves, swallowing the lump in her throat, more heat spilling over cheeks and down her neck. it’s almost nauseating at how aroused her body is overly growing. “what’re you goin’ to do with that?” giggling, one arm loosening from around his neck to let a wandering, curious hand touch. fingers gently dragging across the bulge in his pants in between them, her heart rate soaring at feeling the size of it, how solid it is over her fingertips. his strong hands gripping her bottom, hearing baby girl escape his lips, his arousal pressed to her own… “oh god,” lucy gray pants, uncontrollably bucking her hips once- twice against him after her arm is thrown back around his neck. she’s unsure how she’s containing herself from pushing him in a bathroom to rip his clothes off. “well, i gots news. that goes both ways, baby boy.” a smirk curls her messy red lipstick stained lips, giggles spilling into his mouth and heated lips eagerly chasing after his own again while her thighs become wetter and her toes curl inside her sparkly cowgirl boots. kissing him and kissing him until the, “lucy gray,” pulls her out of the heated trance. “HM?” doe eyes become alert, pressing a finger to billy’s lips as she looks around him before she embarrassingly finds barb azure just as embarrassed, “lucy gray, me and maude ivory are ready to go to the motel. i’m goin’ to take me and her on since it’s just across the road. are you goin’ with us?” she questions in concern, maude ivory starting to chant once she realizes that boy to her surprise is BILLY, “ooo— lucy gray and billy sittin’ in the tree. k-i-s-s-i——” a hand is thrown over maude ivory’s mouth, barb azure shutting her up. “oh, yeah, darlin’s. i’ll get my guitar an’ i’ll get billy to take me over there. it’s s’alright, go ‘head. text me when you get in the rooooms, s’okay?” barb azure awkwardly nods to lucy gray’s drunken instructions, only leaving her here since she weirdly has found billy. a trustworthy person, she figures. maude ivory looks up at barb, bursting into giggles at how drunk lucy gray is and as soon as the hand lets go she keeps going, “first comes love! then comes a baby in a baby carri—!” hand directly flops back over maude ivory’s mouth, barb promptly dragging their little cousin out of here before they really do grossly start making babies right in front of them, she thinks.

[lucygraysboy]

“but how can you live like this? doesn’t it get exhausting when you’re constantly paranoid? and expect the worst from people?” billy might not be a saint and surely has his vices, but it seems to him that lucy gray isn’t completely sane either. “you’re purposely avoiding answering my question. what have i ever done to make you distrust me, hm? it’s offensive and hurtful, you know? how you question and analyze my every move,” he fires back, keeping his voice calm and steady, even though his heart is racing so fast, it’s a wonder it hasn’t yet flown out of his chest. he’s about to excuse himself and head to the bathroom, figuring a few moments away from each other might be beneficial for both of them, when olinger’s message gets recited to him. he puts down his sandwich, staring blankly at lucy gray for what feels like an eternity. his brain processing this new information. “give me that fuckin’ phone,” he grumbles before unceremoniously tugging it out from between her skinny thighs. he opens the group chat and scans the words with his own two eyes, his blood boiling and boiling and boiling. before he knows it, his thumbs are skimming over the keyboard:

@/bhbonney: what’s wrong with you, man? seriously, what the fuck?? it’s not even funny. i know you have the brain of a not-so-bright chimpanzee and some social constructs are beyond your comprehension but this is low even as for you. if you need a good therapist, let me know and we’ll find you someone, but stop acting like the disgusting creep that you are

he then proceeds to open his camera and present the group chat with a picture of his middle finger. scrolling a bit further up, he sees jesse’s selfie and snorts.

@/bhbonney: is it laundry day? 😂

“willie. WILLIE? you’re both giant bullies,” he sighs but not with a hint of playfulness in his voice, glancing briefly towards lucy gray, his cheeks flaming because there’s still a lot of pent-up anger coursing through his veins. if olinger was standing beside him, he’d be throwing the first punch.

“i’m not picking any fight with you, william bonney. you’re startin’ it.” by keeping something from her, she thinks inside her head, following his body language and feeling even more angry he’s just trying to shrug it all off. the first day of their relationship…and she can’t even trust him, it starts to make her heart sink and wonder how it’s supposed to last if they’re starting out lying to each other. “funny how you’re ignorin’ it.” that’s the first dead give away. “mhm, you lasted bein’ upset for two seconds.” enough to just contribute to the fact she’s still angry. lucy gray laughs despite how she’s vibrating with anger from the untrustworthiness billy’s decided to instill between them, clearly she offended boob olinger. then her fingers start to type, ‘hi jessica’ before hitting send. then raises her camera to take a picture of billy with his mouth full, hitting send. ‘thats what billy told me to say. hi jessica 🫶’ she sends underneath the picture.

[lucygraysboy]

“fuck me. yeah, fuck me, whatever. the thing with you is… YOU push yourself to that point, lucy gray. you don’t need anyone else to get you all riled up. you overthink every little detail, analyze each word that leaves my mouth and jump to conclusions that upset you,” he grumbles, snatching the phone from between the blankets and turning it off. who knows what else emma or whatever-her-name-is might send next? “you’d been playing with my heart for months prior to the prom night! that’s why i ran away. i was tired of your games, of being stuck in that state of unrequited love!” if she doesn’t see the difference between the two situations then this conversation is pointless.

“well, i don’t count how many times i have sex with someone. do you?” he snaps, hating each word that rolls off her tongue because they all hit home. he isn’t proud of those past six months and the things that had been happening, the way he objectified and used women. in a way, he’d turned into his own stepfather. the thought disgusts him. “obsessed with him! i’m not obsessed with your ex-boyfriend, but i think you might be.” with how often he comes up in their conversations, with how she seems to cares so deeply about his wellbeing. “i wasn’t lying to you last night. i just didn’t tell you the whole truth.” it’s only once the words are already out of his mouth that he realizes how stupid they sound. icy hues staring at the cigarette burns on the carpet, avoiding meeting lucy gray’s gaze, knowing that the seance he catches a glimpse of her, it’s game over for him. he’ll break down and cry and beg for forgiveness. 

“how was i supposed to tell you about emma?” emily? he still can’t seem to remember that name. “i’ve made some mistakes, but who hasn’t?” again, he refuses to listen to her solely because he knows that she’s right — he had no reason to make her feel like she was out of her mind when her intuition was right. “what’s that even supposed to mean? are you trying to break up with me? after what? twelve hours of dating me? and yeah, okay, you say that you can’t trust me, but i think you’re just angry because you can’t control me. that’s what it boils down to. you can’t tell me what to do and who to hang out with. well, you did act insane, alright? you ran out into the parking lot wearin’ no jacket. what did you want to hear? yeah, i did sleep with someone else? who says stuff like that to their girlfriend?” 

“fuck you. you’re not goin’ to push me to the point my head’s about to explode in anger then say i’m not allowed to BE angry. why didn’t you be a big boy the day you didn’t try to understand why i didn’t kiss you back and talk it out with me? you’re so hypocritical. you don’t know how i work, you don’t.” no matter how many times he says it, or thinks he does, she feels like he doesn’t know how she thinks or works at all. after a lifetime of getting to know her, he doesn’t know shit about her. “one time, TWO times? which is it? you sound just like billy taupe. no wonder you’re obsessed with him.” it sounds like the typical case of a guy trying to defend themselves during a huge fuck up of shady shit they’ve committed. lucy gray goes quiet, still holding his phone in her grip while trying to push him off to no avail to see what the message says that she sees the girl typing back to until she hears a whoosh sound that signals the reply she was waiting for. three replies. it’s nothing interesting, so she drops the phone on the bed and stares at it like it burned her before redirecting that pained gaze on him. “that’s what you were bein’ so weird for last night. you knew you were lyin’. and here you did all that bullshit of makin’ me feel like i was the one that was crazy.” that just makes the entire thing worse. that’s what really hurts other than knowing he’s been having one night stands with strangers— it repulses her. she doesn’t even want to be near him knowing he’s been whoring around, touching other people he doesn’t know from adam. but then to make it even more terrible, he went and made her feel insane when she was right all along. how many more times will hr do that in future arguments when she suspects something isn’t right? that wads her trust in a ball and cripples it. “if we’re startin’ a relationship off lying, billy, i can’t trust you. and if i can’t trust you, i’m not able to BE with you. and now i just can’t cause i don’t know what else you’ll lie about. and the way you acted like i didn’t have a right to act suspicious last night— you lied and lied until you were blue in the face. makin’ sure i felt like i was the insane one.”

[lucygraysboy]

“well, i don’t really like aurora. she doesn’t strike me as particularly fun. all she does, in her own movie, is sleep and wait for someone to save her. why? do you like her?” billy asks in a serious voice, as though they really were discussing some mutual friends of theirs. “you’re so sweet, lulu gray. so sweet and cute, i could just eat you up.” laughing out of sheer happiness as she peppers delicate kisses all over his other cheek, he finds her hand and brings it to his lips to return the favor. “good ‘cause i don’t want to be miles away from you either.” he lifts his head and smiles down at her, bumping their noses, tempted to kiss her lips but refraining. “are you sure? how are you sure the leg is yours, hm?” he gently pulls on her ankle, tugging her closer to the edge of the bed before letting go with a laugh. “alright, i’ve got to go! amish you, too. te amo y te echaré de menos siempre.” declaring his love and assuring her that he’ll always miss her, billy puts on a show just for lucy gray — acting as though he was being sent to vietnam, not the other side of the room. sniffing loudly, he walks backwards and alternates between blowing her kisses and pretending to rub tears from his eyes.

head gently turns to find her reflection in the mirror, a smile immediately spilling over olive features. “mee?” brows lifting, a sugary giggle sounding from her. “aaawww. mhhm i guess she is since prince billby says soo.” twirling a curl around her finger, she redirects the love drunk gaze she has on billy. then laughs again at him asking her what’s so funny… each time he asks that lucy gray finds it so amusing. “nnushing.” shaking her head, covering her mouth to hide the devious smile, glancing down at her bib when he uses it to clean her chin. she makes a disapproving face, turning her chin up. “nooo, not heavy. you jus’ didn’t grown any wings.” she pets his arm to try and console him. “you are a great great great lotion rubber. billby’s the bes’ lotion rubber mmm-hhhhmm.” could sit here all night and have her tired legs rubbed like this, she dips her fingers in the jar while he’s doing this, rubbing some on her arms. not blending very well… then dipping her fingers in the yellow jar of lotion again and this time rubbing some into billy’s shoulder and across his chest. she giggles getting to touch then puts the lid on the lotion jar before arms curl around his neck and legs latch onto his hips. a warm happy feeling making her heart flutter when he kisses her cheek. “than’ you, my lotion prince, my husban’ ann my daddy.” she tightly hugs him, hand cradling the back of his head, fingers digging into his curls and her nose nuzzles him against his cheek and ear. little girl her pretending he’s her husband again. little girl her also pretending he’s the dad she always wanted. both of these sides that stayed buried coming out of her while intoxicated, especially since she acted tough and acted like the lack of a father figure didn’t bother her most of the time when she kept it locked inside: on how much it does. lucy gray never allowed herself to look this vulnerable about the dad topic, so this was a big secret unrevealing itself with no sobriety to keep her from keeping it inside.