FIC: Sunset Ave. (5/?)
Title: Sunset Ave. (5/?)
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: Wow, about time i updated this! Lewis stirs things up! xD Comments are love! Cross-posted on fanfiction.net.
Sunset Ave.
Chapter Five
Town dance and Lewis Billets
Billy glanced across at Percy, who was staring at the floor; it was Sunday, the two standing outside the church. Percy had been quiet since yesterday, not even speaking to Billy.
‘Hey, Purty. Tonight, I’m goan suck your sister’s twat; how’d you like that?’ Percy’s head snapped up.
‘I don’t even have a sister, so shut up.’
‘How about your momma? I get to watch her and your papa at it all night long.’ He grinned as Percy flushed and looked away. Wharton licked his bottom lip, moving closer, trying to get some reaction from him. ‘I’ll do your daddy from behind, me thinks, and then raise your momma to the ceiling.’
Percy swung around, punching Billy in the jaw. The two toppled to the floor, punching and tussling, kicking out and yelling. ‘I said shut up!’ growled Percy, but Wharton easily had him pinned on his back, straddling him.
He pressed down on Percy’s hips, a devious grin on his face.
‘You like this, Purty?’
‘Get off me.’ The words were panicked. Both of them knew anyone could see them. Wharton just let his smile broaden, grinding a little against Percy. But, then he rolled off and climbed to his feet, holding out his hand.
‘C’mon, fuckstick,’ he laughed, helping the shorter boy to his feet.
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It was a warm evening; Percy’s mother had been a little suspicious when he’d asked to stay out late that night, but his father had agreed that he needed some freedom and had let him. Though, Percy knew it wasn’t about father-son bonding and being nice; he just wanted to undermine Irene. So, now, Percy and Billy were walking the empty streets, a bottle of cider in Wharton’s hand. He drained it before kicking it into the shrubbery.
‘Come on, Percy,’ Wharton suddenly grinned, moving over to one of the parked cars in the street.
‘What’re doing?’ hissed Percy as Billy knelt beside the car, fiddling his knife in the lock.
‘Sssh,’ Wharton replied, but he looked up; his eyes gleamed in the moonlight. He was excited. Finally, the lock clicked and Billy pulled open the door.
‘This is wrong,’ Percy reminded him. Billy looked up with a mocking laugh.
‘Wrong? I’m Billy the Kid, ‘member?’ He got the car started by winding the clog at the front, before sliding into the driver’s seat. ‘You comin, or you just gonna stand out there all night?’ Percy paused, before sliding in and shutting the door behind him. ‘Gurd, Purty,’ Billy beamed, squealing away from the curb and off down the road.
They hit the highway with Wharton putting on an extra burst of speed. They were now going well over the speed limit, a sick feeling in Percy’s chest.
‘Don’t you think we should slow down?’ he asked. Billy looked across.
‘Now, where’s the fun in that?’ He wound down the window, the air blasting in the cabin. ‘Whoooee!’ he yelled into the wind, excitement etched into his features.
Percy turned away, gripping the seat in white hands. Wharton began to serve from one side of the road to the other, still yowling into the wind. He sped out of town, well away from the farm until the forest to the left became thicker. Suddenly, Wharton served into the forest and for a moment, Percy thought they were going to collide into a tree, but he merely sped up a hidden dirt path. They bumped and bounced until Billy finally squealed to a stop.
‘Don’t worry, Purty,’ he said, laughing at the look on Percy’s face. ‘I wouldn’t let you get hurt.’ Percy merely shook his head, pale faced and shaking slightly, before clambering out the car and leaning against a near by tree.
‘You could have crashed!’
‘Well, I dint,’ he shrugged, getting out the car himself. He stretched and yawned, shaking his head like a dog. ‘Worrying gives you wrinkles.’ Percy ignored him and didn’t move until his heart stopped juddering and beating; thwamp, thwamp, repeatedly in his chest.
Never had he stolen a car and then joyride it. But, to Billy, it just seemed a part of everyday life. Wharton watched him for a moment, before cackling and moving forward and press a hard kiss to his lips. ‘C’mon; let’s get you home.’
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‘Now, hurry up, Percy,’ Irene called as she brushed down the front of her dress, turning to gaze at her reflection in the hallway mirror. ‘If you don’t get a move on, we’ll be late.’ She turned as Percy moved in from the living room. She came forward, licking her fingers and attempting to flatten his hair.
‘Mom, please,’ he said, moving away. ‘I don’t feel too good.’
‘Oh, shall I stay here?’ she asked, worried now as she pressed the back of her hand to his forehead. ‘You look pale.’
‘Mom, I’ll be okay. Go and enjoy the dance.’ Irene nodded, still frowning, as she looked him over.
‘Well, if you feel sick or dizzy, tell Odessa and she’ll make it all better, okay, Peanut?’ Sometimes, Percy wished she wouldn’t call him by his baby-name, but at the moment he just nodded.
‘I will do, mom.’ Percy waited until she’d left before she disappeared upstairs and back into his bedroom, where Billy was sat waiting. ‘You shouldn’t do that,’ he hissed, shutting his bedroom door. Billy just grinned.
‘Do what?’
‘Climb in through my window. What if you get seen?’ Billy shrugged, leaning back on the bed and stretching. He watched as Percy paced to his window and slammed it shut. Billy bounced off the bed and bounded to the door. Scowling, Percy followed him. The two left downstairs and outside, walking down the dark street.
‘Why wasn’t your dad in?’
Percy shrugged. ‘Work I guess. He’s important. He has things to do.’
‘Important? What, like fuck his sectaries an’ whatnot,’ Wharton laughed. Percy glared.
‘He’s not like that.’
‘Fuck that! I’ve heared yer momma talk about him. She hates him.’
‘Shut up,’ Percy said, red faced because it was true.
‘Whatever,’ Billy shrugged. ‘You helping me look after them, then?’ he asked; by ‘them’ he meant his little brothers and sister. His mom, dad, Jessie, Don and Patrick had gone off to the town dance, feeling the need to leave William at home. Not that he wanted to go to know stupid dance anyway. Like he cared.
When they arrived at the farm, it was early evening, the stars just popping up in the darkening sky. The others were already gone and Robbie, Ben and Marianne were playing in the dirty yard. ‘Oi! Shun’t you be in bed?’ Billy demanded as he walked up. Marianne kicked her fat little legs and screamed happily, though Robbie eyed him challengingly.
‘You goan make us?
‘I fucking will,’ Billy said, coming forward. Robbie dashed off towards the tractor that was rusting slowly in the yard. Shaking his head, Billy paced up to the farm and led Percy into the kitchen. He grabbed a carton of juice that had been left on the side and drank from it, leaning against the counter with his eyes on Percy.
The younger boy shifted uncomfortably under his gaze, not quite understanding the gleam in his eyes. Billy set the carton down, wiping his lips on the back of his hand. ‘Well, on yer knees, Wetmore.’
‘What?’ exclaimed Percy, reddening some.
‘On yer knees.’
‘No.’
‘Yeah.’
‘What if someone comes in?’
Billy shrugged at that and Percy took a step back, bumping into the counter as Wharton approached. ‘You scared or summing?’
‘No,’ flushed Percy, but he was. If someone saw them… Billy now had him pinned against the counter, a cocky grin on his lips.
‘Yer quite pretty, Purty,’ he mused, looking thoughtful. ‘Ha-ha. Pretty Purty.’ Percy didn’t say anything, because at that moment, there was a wail from outside, before a young voice yelled ‘Billy!’
Wharton frowned, both boys looking towards the open door, before they stepped towards it simultaneously. Wharton yanked open the door and glared out into the yard. Lewis was stood there, gripping Ben’s small wrist and leering down at him. Marianne was sobbing on the floor, tears streaking down her cheeks and Robbie had been grabbed by both Colin and Nicholas. ‘Hey!’ Billy growled, coming forward, followed by Percy.
Lewis looked up, smirking. ‘Well, if it ain’t Billy Wharton.’
‘The fuck you want?’ he asked. Lewis let go of Ben, straightening up.
‘I’ve just for a lil’ chat.’
‘Yeah; well, I dun’t wanna hear it, so y’all get out of here.’ Lewis shook his head, before gesturing to Percy.
‘Why you spend lots of time wi’ him?’ he asked, an almost curious look passing over his face. Billy gave a laugh.
‘It’s called having friends, Billets. Dun’t yer know how that feels?’
‘Shit,’ Lewis snorted. ‘An’ all this time, I just thought Wetmore was some queer boy. Yer a queer boy, aren’t you, Percy?’ Percy flushed, shaking his head.
‘Why are you so obsessed with me anyway,’ he spat. ‘All you talk about is me being queer. Sounds like you are!’ Billy laughed, grinning across at Percy, almost proud that he was sticking up for himself.
‘I saw you and Wharton at church,’ Lewis growled, seeming less than happy now that Percy had turned the tables. ‘Rollin’ around on the floor. Oh, yeah, I saw!’ Lewis looked between them, stumbling back when Billy danced forward. Wharton burst out into hysterical laughter.
‘Yer so scared, Billets! Why you bother, huh? Why?’
‘Shut it.’
‘Or what?’
‘I’ll… punch yer!’ Lewis threatened, fists balled at his side.
‘Don’t,’ Percy warned Billy, grabbing his arm and yanking him back. Lewis looked at them both, before pulling a face.
‘Come on,’ he said to Colin and Nicholas, before turning and slouching away.
‘Get inside,’ Wharton said to the younger children. Ben sniffed, wiping his nose on the back of his hand and tugging on Marianne’s wrist. They disappeared inside and Robbie came forward, frowning.
‘Why he call yer a queer?’ he asked.
‘He’s jus’ jealous,’ shrugged Billy. ‘Leave it.’ Robbie studied him for a moment, before shrugging and moving inside. Billy glanced across at Percy. They stood in silence.