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Simon x Billy

Year of the OTP: August

August Prompt: AU of my choice

AN: I think this might be my favorite chapter, even though it’s a shorty. I dunno, they’re just so frickin adorbs (in my mind at least). It also occurred to me that my chapters don’t have to be 9K words long. I really only needed 3K about what happens next. TW: Very mild sexytimes coming in at a tame 😈 1 horny purple demon on the smut-o-meter. But it is boy+boy, so if mm fiction offends, then please be aware that this is mm fiction. Masterlist || ao3 || Prev || Next

Chapter 8: So that happened…

————/Simon/————

The bed just shifted, which is weird. I open one eye just the tiniest little bit.

Holy crap, it’s Billy, there he is. Look at him. My God, how can he be even hotter today? Maybe cuz today I know what he looks like when he-

I groan, and then freeze. His fingers twitch. Shit, did I wake him up? ‘Please God, don’t let this be weird, please don’t let it be weird, please don’t let it be weird,’ I repeat over and over in my head like a mantra, til I see his eyes flutter open.

We stare at each other. Oh fuck. Oh fuck fuck fuck, did we fuck everything up? I don’t want to go back to not knowing this man. That would be tragic. And it would suck, too. I need to prevent that. I slide my hand toward him slowly, stopping about half way, and wait to see what he’ll do. It’s tentative. And also the most terrifying seconds I think I’ve ever lived.

Billy quickly and calmly reaches out for my hand. I think I might pass out from relief.

“Shut up and come ‘ere, Lewis. Yer thinkin too loud.”

He calls me Lewis and bosses me around with that sleep-roughened voice, and my morning semi is now solid wood. I think I might’ve just gotten…moist.

“I think you might’ve just discovered a new kink,” he observes.

“So what if I have?” I reply, shifting closer. As directed.

“I’d accommodate it. If I had to. It’s a hardship, I know, but I’m thinkin you’ll be worth it.”

How does he just bust out with something all suave like that? Oh my god. Billy’s suave. I can’t believe I just got to use that word in a sentence. In my head.

“Billy. Stop being funny. You’re no good at it.”

“No?” he yawns, as he stretches.

“Are we teasing each other?” I tease. “Is that what this is? Do you feel teased?”

He gives me a drowsy grin. “Titillated.”

I grin back. How is he so good at this?

I let my eyes run over his chest and down his long, lean form, and bust out laughing when I realize the shape we left him in last night. His head and one arm are still wearing his t-shirt. One leg’s naked, except for his sock. The other is missing a sock, and his jeans are still hanging off his ankle. He’s in the exact position he fell asleep in. Never moved. Just conked out and now here he is lying next to me, looking all…magnetic. I’m in trouble. So much trouble.

I flash back to last night and my impatience to get at his skin. How I practically mauled the man like a rabid bear. At least I was a sexy rabid bear. Roar. And hot damn, it just occurred to me how much I liked seeing him not 100% in control all the time.

He watches me in amusement. I amuse him. His entire face does that twinkling thing.

Time to see what those jade eyes really look like, up close in the daylight. Oh man, it’s like looking at the sun with those things. I can’t see them anymore, cuz they’ve narrowed to slits.

“Lookin for something, Simon?”

I’m laying with my nose barely an inch from his.

Until he flips us, holding me to the bed with his palm against my chest, and looms over me. Somewhere between there and here, his bits of clothing came off. Which is good. Very good.

He’s got the most wicked look on his face, and I realize I want to wipe it off with a range of body parts. Leave him panting, begging for more.

“If you can make me want to beg, I promise, I’ll beg.” It’s like he’s found purring-cat in his vocal range, and it’s making my cock drip onto my stomach. I can feel it.

Oh God, he’s coming in for the kiss. I’m holding my breath, because kissing? That’s……….kissing. That’s different.

No? No. He continues right past me, with his forehead pressed to the pillow beside my head. His ear is just barely touching mine. Like a soft rustling and a slide like suede. Ears? Ears are weird.

I don’t know why I’m relieved that he didn’t go in for the kiss. That would have made all this a little too real. And this does not get tagged real. Nope, this gets tagged escapist fantasy.

At the club, he’d grabbed me and held me against him, and now he’s holding me against him again. His entire body is pressed to mine, and he’s dragging his cheek across my jaw. The stubble is…..it’s crazy how much I like it. My breath escapes me as he presses his hips against mine.

Let’s go a little faster, Delaney. I kick his feet apart, slide a foot between them, and pull him by the ass in two handfuls, hitching him up my leg. He laughs and all, but fuck, he’s hard for me. And he’s left a smear of precome up my leg. It trips my breath.

I get a growl in return. It abruptly gets louder when I pull him tighter against me and roll. Holy fuck, what a rush. He drags in a swift, hard breath. And he no longer needs me pulling at him to get him to grind against me as hard as feels good. I feel a rumble come from my chest.

“All right?” he murmurs. His eyes can’t seem to stop focusing on my mouth. God, I’m tempted. “Hm?” he hums into my ear, then shivers when I send my fingertips smoothing up his spine and down again. Miles of warm skin beneath my fingers.

Oh, god. He’s just…..and….cuz fuck that feels good. Repositioned legs, cock against cock, and he’s rhythmically rubbing one off on me. All lined up, sliding against each other. “Why does that feel so good?”

He doesn’t bother answering. He just moans, all high and breathy, voice almost a whisper every time the heads glide past each other.

I spread my hands over his flexing shoulders and send them searching his bare skin for every movement, every shifting of muscles as he holds himself over me, and his breathing grows hoarse. I’m not used to hearing a male voice making sounds like this.

“Simonnnnnn. God, I’m actually close . Could come just frommmmmhhm this. You close?” He slides a hand under my ass to get the angle he wants from me.

I grunt and I grate out, “I’ve been ready since last night.”

His voice shudders and he’s got me locked to him. He’s got torque behind that grind and I fucking love it, his hardness against mine.

“I’ve got you close, too, haven’t I,” he rumbles low in my ear. “So close. Just from thi- sssss- nnnhhhhhhhh.”

Not close enough. My hips pick up speed, and I put some finesse in the roll as the heads pass each other. I can feel him suck in air. That simple change is enough to make him gasp, shudder. He mewls and convulses, grunts and convulses. I watch, fascinated, as I push him over the edge.

Oh God. Billy Delaney’s come face is epic. The expression. The stuttering breath, the slightest bit of voice with each ragged gasp. The sounds I’m pulling from him, I’m - unghhhh , and now there’s that slippery slide. God I love it, the feeling of heat glowing in my extremities, racing toward my center. And the center of everything is my cock. “Ssssso ready, pllllllleeeeasemmmmfff.” My breath stutters to a stop and-

“FffffffffUCK!” I’m shocked by the force of it when I come. His hips keep moving steadily through it all, til we’re both overstimulated. Just grinding and we’re this explosive together? A drop of perspiration falls from his chin to mine, and he’s breathing each gasp with me. “Fuck,” I whisper. I have no voice.

He nuzzles me, and I feel him whisper, “Yeah,” across my mouth. It would be so easy to kiss him. I think I might want to. My mouth certainly wants to.

Too late. Billy’s saying, “Aw, man, that’s uncomfortable,” after shifting his weight.

It dawns on me that I’ve just blown my load without even touching my dick, like I’m back in middle school. “That was awesome,” I state the obvious. “But this is not. Oh god, that feels really gross, actually. I think you blew your load directly into my pubes.”

“I think I might have done.” He looks down. “Yep. We’ll soon be glued together by the short hairs, the longer it cools.”

“Great imagery, Billy. Way to kill the mood.”

“Right?” he agrees.

Suddenly I feel a little shaky. Like everything is just a little off. My balance, my brain. “I just rubbed one off on you,” I say, thoughtfully. He looks up, apprehension stealing onto that beautiful face.

“And I liked it.”

————/Billy/————

Oh thank you, Jesus. Thought he was about ready to shrink in on himself with recriminations. But no. Simon Lewis liked it.

“Yes. Good, yes. Good,” is all my poor excuse for a mouth is able to spit out. It’s the enormity of the realization I’ve just had: I quite enjoy coating Simon Lewis in come. “I liked it, too,” I add, just so there’s no confusion on that point.

“Shower?” My voice sounds small to me.

“Yeah. You first,” he says.

“Ah go on.”

“Ok.” The melonfucker looks at me with an impish grin and stands. I’m transfixed, staring at his cock where it glistens against his sac and the hair there.

“My eyes are up here, sailor,” he teases. I feel teased.

“Sailor, eh? I like the sound of that. Far better than Beelee, so please call me sailor, henceforth and forever more. Every time you see me, it’ll be sailor, yeah? Ok.” I aim my most fetching smile at him. My aim is true, and he blushes a little. If he’s like me, he’s caught up picturing all those times in future he’ll be calling me sailor.

Bare as the cock is long, he leaves for the bath, and I get an eye-full of Simon Lewis’s arse. I get a slight pinching in my gut that says, ‘Hallo, mate. Ready for round two?’

I hope he’s not regretting it. I was going to end that thought with “already.” But I don’t want him regretting it at all, ever. Never.

I don’t regret it.

And I don’t think I will.

“Hurry up in there, Lewis, it’s my turn. Then get on the bed. You’re making me wait. Delayed gratification is one thing, but I’m ready. Hope you are.”

“For what?” he calls from the shower, laughing.

“For me.”

————/Simon/————

“What the hell , man. Did we just- Did all that actually just happen?” Billy asks, with his eyes on the road.

“Right?” I splutter.

Oh god, it’s an uncomfortable silence. I hate those.

“I mean,” I begin, cuz I think this is important to clarify. “It’s gonna happen again, though, right?”

“Fuck yes,” he says before I’ve even finished my sentence.

“Oh thank god,” rushes out of me. I feel like I can breathe again. And I feel like me again. Rather than evil freaked out anxiety me. I can be regular me again, and drown evil freaked out anxiety me in the Medi/Tyrrhenian sea. I hate chibi me. He sucks. And he respawns. Eventually, he always does.

“Again, like….. today?” I ask hopefully.

“Soon,” he says solemnly, nodding his head. “ Soon .” He starts tapping the arm rest. “There isn’t even anywhere to pull over!”

“That soon? I am fully onboard with that. Just saying.” Oh, hey! “Scenic overlook! Scenic overlook!”

The scenic overlook would be about big enough for two Mini Coopers. We swerve out onto the little strip of cement.

As promised, it is overlooking scenery. But I’m not really thinking about anything other than crawling over the arm rest.

Billy’s already breathing heavy, pawing at my ass to try and help me over, but my ass honks the horn and my knee- I’m grunting for unsexy reasons, and suddenly I think I might be stuck. And that’s when a little Vespa toodles in and pulls up right next to my window. Because of course it does.

Only in Italy #8: I tried to mount Billy in a tiny clown car. Then a tiny clown motorcycle cockblocked us.

That is not funny. It’s truth. But what is funny is the spectacle of me trying to untangle my limbs without kneeing anyone in the nuts and without unintentional ass-honking.

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