FIC: Sunset Ave. (4/?)
Title: Sunset Ave. (4/?)
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.
A/N: Here’s the next update. My only warning is slash!! Also, for some reason my text font decided it wanted to change half way through, but ignore that xD Comments are love! Cross-posted on fanfiction.net.
Sunset Ave.
Chapter Four
First time
Billy and Wharton had been friends for almost a month, but already, things had dramatically changed between them. One minute Percy was sat there, wanting to help Billy, the next, his lips were against Percy’s, hands roaming down Percy’s front.
Percy Wetmore was going to hell. He was sure of this.
Billy didn’t seem to care. He’d just sat and watched as Percy fled and now he sat outside his house, a small frown on his face. Percy sighed as the watched another stone hit his bedroom window, before finally creeping downstairs and opening the front door.
Odessa watched him, but said nothing.
‘What do you want?’ he hissed; it was late and his parent’s wouldn’t approve at him being up.
‘I want you to stop being an ass,’ Billy replied, getting to his feet.
‘Being an ass?’
‘Yeah; you’re avoiding me and being all pissy ‘bout it.’
‘About it?’ Percy demanded, stepping outside and shutting the door so Odessa couldn’t listen in. ‘How can you be so casual? What happened was wrong.’ Wharton just looked at him.
‘It wasn’t wrong, Purty,’ he laughed after a moment. ‘It was very right.’
‘You’re sick,’ Percy spat, small fists balled at his side. ‘And crazy.’ He drew back a little when Billy walked across the road and onto the grass towards him. Percy stepped back, bumping into the porch.
‘Get away from me,’ he said, but he didn’t sound as brave as he had before with Billy now towering over him.
‘Why?’ Wharton replied, cocking his head to the side.
‘It’s not right,’ Percy hissed, pushing him back. Wharton stepped forward again, putting his hands either side of the shorter boy and Percy looked around wildly; anyone could see them. Grabbing Billy’s arm, he pulled him around the back of the house where they were hidden.
‘Wanted somewhere a little private?’ Billy grinned, but Percy scowled.
‘I want you to leave me alone.’
‘Why?’
‘Cause boys… they don’t do that to each other!’ he stressed, not knowing why this wasn’t processing in Wharton’s thick skull. ‘Boys go with girls. You should go with a girl.’
‘You want me to go with a girl?’ Billy questioned, a humorous expression on his face.
‘Yes!’
‘Even if I do this?’ he came forward again, pulling Percy close and kissing him. It was hard; Billy’s tongue invading his mouth and doing things to him that Percy had never imagined. It was when Billy’s hand trailed down to his inner thigh when he jerked away.
‘Stop it!’
Billy merely grinned, turning and walking away, leaving Percy to stand confused and alone in the garden.
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‘Get away, Wharton,’ Janey hissed, pushing Billy back.
‘Ah, now, c’mon, be sweet for Billy the Kid,’ he replied, coming forward to press her against the side of the church, out of view from the others, unless someone happened to cross the path.
‘I said get away,’ she replied, but he grabbed her hips and held her firmly in place.
‘You gonna make me suffer much longer?
‘Suffer all you want. I dun’t care much for it.’
‘I care for it,’ he replied in a sickly sweet voice, pressing his body against hers and muffling her voice with his lips. Percy frowned, hearing the noises; his curiosity was spiked and he moved down the path until Billy and Janey came into view. He gaped for a moment, about to turn away when he saw that Janey looked less then happy.
She batted him away again. ‘Dun’t you care!’ she cried, managing to push Billy’s face again. Wharton merely grabbed her chin tight and forced her to look at him. ‘Dun’t!’ Janey said, voice wavering slightly. ‘Percy’s here. Dun’t.’
Billy turned to see Percy still stood there, not sure on what to do. ‘Get outta here,’ Wharton growled at him.
‘No, Percy, stay.’ Again, her lips were pressed against his before Percy moved forward and grabbed Billy’s arm.
‘Get off her.’
‘Why?’ laughed Wharton. ‘Do you wanna turn?’ Janey cringed, managing to move away, Percy stood between them. ‘Nother time!’ he yelled after her, before shaking Percy off and pushing him back. ‘What you go do that for?’ he demanded, a less than happy look on his face now. ‘We was busy.’
‘She didn’t want it,’ he replied.
‘I don’t care much for that!’ Wharton laughed in a hearty way as if the joke really was funny. ‘I take it when I want it.’ His gaze settled on Percy’s. ‘You should know that, dun’t yaw?’ Percy flushed.
‘Is this some kind of game?’
‘You told me to get a girl. I got one until you went an’ ruined it.’ Percy stared at him, before turning to walk off. Billy grabbing him and pulled him back. ‘Where you goan, Purty?’
‘Home,’ he replied.
‘Sounds like a plan,’ Wharton said brightly. ‘Folks home?’
‘Just Odessa,’ Percy replied, knowing he couldn’t get out of this. Even if he said no, there was a chance Billy would just climb in through the window.
‘Well, I’m starved; let’s go.’ He walked ahead and shaking his head, Percy followed. Odessa was cleaning when they went in and she eyed up Billy, but didn’t say a word. ‘Actually, forget the food, I wanna see your room.’
Percy also eyed him up. ‘You’ve seen it.’ But Billy ignored him and went up the stairs anyway. Percy followed him, frowning when Wharton slammed the door shut, keeping them both in.
Suddenly, Percy was on guard as Billy pushed himself away from the door. He almost stalked towards him, grabbing his arms. He sat Percy on the bed, looking down at him with a boyish expression.
He stood in front of him, hands going to pull off his overalls. He kicked them off and Percy went to stand up, only to be pushed down again.
‘Wharton-’
‘Purty, how do you know if something’s wrong if y’all never tried it?’ he questioned, moving to sit beside him.
‘Don’t make me do this,’ Percy asked; he was almost sobbing and felt ashamed about it, but truthfully, he was scared. Scared at what Billy could and would do to him.
But, Wharton laughed. ‘You need to stop worrying,’ he laughed. ‘You’re in safe hands.’ Gently, he pushed Percy back by his shoulders and Percy went with it. He was murmuring words in his ears, his lips kissing Percy’s pounding pulse point. Billy peppered kisses on his jaw, before finally meeting his lips.
That’s when Percy seemed to snap. He smacked Billy in the face, rolling so Billy was pinned beneath him. Wharton gave a yelp of surprise as Percy straddled him, smacking him again before his pushed his lips down.
‘We do this my way,’ he hissed and Billy grinned up at him. He kissed Wharton hard, hips pressing down against Billy’s already hard member. If he was going to hell for the kiss, what was the point of stopping now?
Billy gripped his hand, forcing him down so he could bite along his jaw and neck. If this was Percy’s way, Billy was fine with it.
In a sudden desperate flurry of movement, Percy pulled at his shirt, discarding it to tug at Billy’s overalls. But, Billy was ahead of him, slipping his legs out the demin as Percy slipped his trousers over his hips. Their lips met in a clash of dominance, which Wharton easily won. He let his lips move across Percy’s chair, the two tumbling back onto the wooden posted bed.
Wharton grinned as he moved onto all fours, Percy moving to stand behind him. Percy’s eyes were dark, almost dangerously as he tugged down Billy’s briefs.
‘Spit,’ Wharton sudden hissed urgently. ‘Lube it up; I don wanna be dry-fucked.’ He continued his odd ramble of vulgar words. ‘Fuckin cock and piss, your momma will shine my knob and by hell-’ He was silenced by Percy pushing into him. The two stilled, Percy gripping Billy’s hips hard enough to bruise. ‘Fuck, Purty,’ Wharton finally exhaled, pushing back against him. ‘You goan fuck me or what?’
And Percy did just that.
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