FIC: Sunset Ave. (19/?)
Title: Sunset Ave. (19/?)
Fandom: The Green Mile AU
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Billy/Percy
Rating: M
Disclaimer: I don't own either Billy nor Percy, just the plot and everyone else in it.
Sunset Ave.
Chapter Nineteen
Bail Out
Lewis had Percy pinned in the dirt, biting hard on his bottom lip as he thrust in deep. Percy cried out, clawing the earth beneath his fingers and pushing back into Lewis. Above them, the sun beamed down on the fucking couple, naked with dirtied knees and hands. They were both naked, bodies sheeted with sweat and as Lewis neared orgasm, his moans became louder, words mumbled and incoherent.
He thrust deeper into Percy, hand reaching around to grab his cock and…
Percy jerked awake with a gasp. He was panting hard and he blinked, trying to work out where he was. Then, he remembered; Lewis’s bedroom. He’d been having the same dream for the past week, each as vivid as the first, but never getting to the climax.
The misty morning sunlight came in from the open window, greeting him with a cool breeze. He stretched with a groan, neck stiff from sleeping on the floor. He looked up at the bed; Lewis lay on his front in a pair of briefs, mouth parted slightly in sleep. His duvet had been kicked to the bottom and for a moment, Percy allowed his eyes to run up Lewis’ smooth back. He reminded himself that it had just been a dream.
Shifting, he sat up; his erection was still hard in his cotton pyjama bottoms. Climbing to his feet, he checked the clock; it was ten past seven in the morning, which was lucky for him as it meant the Sheriff had already left for work.
He crossed the hallway out of the bedroom and stepped into the bathroom; it was large, similar to his own at home. Percy’s heart gave a painful throb; he missed home, sometimes.
Pushing those thoughts away and being careful the lock the door, Percy dropped his bottoms and perched on the edge of the bathtub.
As he masturbated, he thought about Billy. Even though it hurt and even though it made him want to curl up in a ball and cry, he thought about the good times. He thought about their first time, he thought about them having sex in Percy’s room, with his parents a mere door away. He thought about rolling around in hay bales, but that made him think about Patrick. About walking in on the older man and Billy, about feeling his heart break. About walking in on Billy with numerous girls in their cabin, a cabin that was supposed to be for them, because Billy was supposed to love him.
His erection had already died by the time Percy managed to stop the tears. Every now and then, Lewis would ask if he was really okay and Percy would tell him he was fine. But, he wasn’t. He wasn’t fine and didn’t feel like he would be for a long time.
Percy Wetmore had never believed in love before he met Billy. And even after he’d met Billy, he’d tried so damn hard to repress his feelings because it was wrong.
It had been wrong from the start.
Lewis strode into the kitchen half an hour after Percy had woken; he was dressed now, in a white shirt and brown trousers, his black shoes polished so they shone. ‘Good morning,’ he said, grabbing an apple from the apple bowl and rubbing it on his shirt. He bit into it. ‘What’s wrong with you?’
‘Nothing,’ mumbled Percy; he’d rather die than admit to Lewis that he’d been crying. Again.
Lewis studied him for a moment, shrugged and then moved to the fridge to grab a bottle of orange juice. He sat down opposite Percy, who was staring dejectedly into his dry toast.
‘Something’s up.’
‘Where’s your mom?’
The question that Percy fired at him took Lewis off guard. He didn’t answer for a moment. Percy was still looking at him. ‘She’s dead.’
‘What happened?’
‘Does it matter?’ Lewis snapped, fists clenching on the table. ‘She’s dead. That’s all you need to know.’
Percy opened his mouth to retort, but suddenly they heard the front door open from the hallway. The two boys froze, before Lewis leapt to his feet. ‘C’mon!’ he hissed, dragging Percy by the arm to a door on their right. The two tumbled in; it was an airing cupboard. Percy could barely breathe; it was hot and stuffy and the two were pressed tightly together, peering through a gap in the door.
They watched the Sheriff step into the room, looking around. He grabbed a notepad off the table, then paused and grabbed a slice of Percy’s now cold toast. He left the room and they listened to his footsteps fade. A slam of the door could be heard and then the engine of a car revving told them he was gone.
Lewis pushed open the door and they both stumbled out. They looked at each other- and then burst out laughing. ‘That was close,’ chortled Lewis, as Percy clutched his sides. It had been so long since he’d laughed and it felt weird to be grinning so much.
But, all the laughter stopped when Lewis stepped forward and planted his lips firmly against Percy’s own. Percy froze, eyes wide as Lewis shuffled back. His cheeks were flushed.
‘What are you doing?!’ Percy erupted, trembling with anger. ‘You tried to kill me for what I was!’
‘No, Percy, I tried to kill you for who you were with!’ Lewis snapped. Percy blinked, then shook his head.
‘No. No.’ He’d known Lewis had always been jealous of Billy, but had never been able to put his finger on why. Until now. Lewis stepped forward, reaching out for him, but Percy shook him off. ‘Leave me alone,’ he hissed, pushing past him and out the front door. Lewis didn’t bother to stop him.
Jessie Wharton sighed, balancing baby Teddy in the crook of one arm and using the other to push open the door of the police station. She stepped inside, eyes landing on Billy slouched in the chair in the waiting room.
‘What’ve you done this time,’ she muttered, not missing the handcuffs that kept his hands together.
‘I’ve done fuck all, I did nothing wrong,’ Billy spat, mood dark. The Sheriff came over.
‘He was caught stealing. He’s been here over night.’
‘Look, just bail me the fuck outta here,’ Billy said.
‘Silent, you,’ the Sheriff snapped. ‘Don’t think I won’t chuck yer back in there, because I will.’
Billy scowled and slumped back in his chair. Jessie exhaled. ‘How much is the bail?’
‘$200.’
Her heart sank; that was the wages she’d saved this month. After casting a glance at Billy, she nodded. ‘I’ll pay it.’
‘Follow me. We need to fill some things out and then we’ll have someone pick up the money in a few days.’
After filling out all the paperwork, the Sheriff moved over to Billy and uncuffed him. Billy stood up, rubbing his wrists. ‘Yeah, fuck yer. Fucking police.’ Jessie slapped her younger brother around the back of the head.
‘Get out.’
They stepped out into the cool night, beginning to walk down. Teddy murmured in his sleep, thumb in his mouth. ‘Where’s Percy?’ Jessie asked.
‘Who?’ Billy scowled. Jessie looked at him.
‘William, I’m being serious.’
‘He’s not here, obviously.’
‘Don’t be fucking smart, I just paid yer bail.’
‘Whatever.’
Jessie stopped, glaring at him. ‘Now yer get back here right now and yer tell me where Percy is.’
‘He’s left!’ Billy spat, turning on her. ‘He’s fucked off and I don’t know where the fuck he is.’
‘Why?’ demanded Jessie. ‘Why did he leave?’ Billy went quiet, glaring at the floor. Jessie shook her head. ‘I knew it, Billy. I fucking knew it! Yer couldn’t keep the one good thing yer had, could yer?’
‘Fuck yer, yer don’t know anything,’ Billy growled, fists clenched.
‘Yer finally had someone worth keepin’ and yer couldn’t even do that.’
‘Shut up.’
‘Pull yerself together, Billy,’ she said, tone hard. ‘Because this isn’t fair on either of yer.’