FIC: Sunset Ave. (6/?)
Title: Sunset Ave. (6/?)
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: So sorry for the long wait, but I’ve written up to chapter eight, so here we go! Comments are love! Cross-posted on fanfiction.net.
Sunset Ave.
Chapter Six
Patrick Rednapp
Billy gave a grin, the wild expression of excitement on his face as he pushed harder into Percy. The younger boy was pinned beneath him, bent over in the hay, eyes closed. He bit his bottom lip, pushing back to get more of Billy, almost urgently.
‘Come on, fuck-stick,’ Billy muttered in his ear, before nipping the lobe. ‘Tell me what you want.’
‘Just… fuck..’ Percy groaned, panting. Billy stilled his actions and Percy opened his eyes. ‘Please.’
‘What do’y want?’
‘Fuck me, Billy.’ Wharton grinned, pulling out and thrusting back into him. He held Percy down as he fucked him hard, bringing himself to the edge before allowing Percy his release. Billy collapsed forward with a groan, before rolling off. He lay back in the hay, panting, before running his hand through his hair and leaving it spiked. The two lay there, listening to each other’s heavy breathing as if they’d just ran a race, but Billy frowned and then sat up. They could hear footsteps approaching across the yard. Jumping to their feet, they dressed hastily, before turning and trying to look innocence as the barn door creaked open. ‘William?’ frowned Patrick, before catching sight of them on the haystacks. He moved forward as they clambered down from the straw. ‘You two look a bit flushed,’ he said, eyeing them up. ‘What’ve you been doin?’
‘We were wrestling,’ Billy said, the lie slipping easily and well rehearsed from his lips. Patrick glanced at him, then at Percy. Patrick was tall, red haired man with a hard brown gaze. Then, he nodded.
‘Dinners ready; Percy gots to go now.’ Billy nodded, allowing Patrick to shove him towards the barn door, before the redhead turned and looked back at Percy. There was an odd look in his expression, almost suspicion. Percy swallowed, cheeks flaming, legs aching and he watched as Patrick turned and finally left. He was scared, because Patrick almost looked as if he knew.
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Patrick pushed open the door to Billy’s room, frowning, bleary eyed as he looked around until he spotted Billy sat on the window sill. Billy stared back at him, brow creased as he frowned. Patrick never came into his room.
The older man swayed for a moment, obviously drunk, before he stumbled into the room and shut the door behind him. ‘You think you got a friend, huh?’ he demanded, eyes narrowed as he stared at Billy. Wharton frowned, slipping off the window sill.
‘Get the fuck outta here.’
‘You and Percy getting close. I see it. Fuckin wrestling? I dint see no wrestling.’
‘You dint see nothing,’ Billy replied, voice hard.
‘Yer never have friends. What’s changed, William?’
‘Fuck off callin me that,’ the younger boy said.
‘Or what?’ Patrick taunted with a laugh. ‘Or what? You’ll hit me? Hit me?’ He came forward, shoving Billy back. Billy’s fists clenched and he attempted to fight back, but Patrick easily swung him and pushed him into the wall. There, he held Billy pinned, his breath smelling of alcohol, warm on his cheek and the younger boy’s eyes suddenly widened when Patrick forced his lips onto his, solid body pressed against his. Then, Billy pushed him back, blinking as he watched the slow smile spread across Patrick’s lips. And with a laugh, the older man turned and sauntered out.
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Billy had laid awake that night, debating on whether he should keep the thing with Patrick a secret, or tell somebody. He felt confused, but indifferent. Billy was used to being used whenever somebody felt like it. Fuck; he’d used plenty of people for his own needs, but the fact that he hated Patrick and that Jessie would be having a baby soon made him indecisive.
It wasn’t like he gave a shit about his family. He hated each and every one of them, but the idea of what damage it would do if he told Jessie made him smile.
That morning, Wharton slipped into the kitchen where his older sister was cutting slices of bread, large stomach partially in the way. Billy studied her for a moment, before coming forward and clearing his throat. Jessie turned to glance at him.
‘Oh, it’s you.’
‘I has something to tell yer,’ Billy replied.
‘Well, spit it out then,’ she told him, keeping her back to Billy. He paused for a moment, before looking down at the floor.
‘Patrick put me against a wall and kissed me last night.’ It fell silent and Billy peeked up. Jessie had gone tense, the knife hovering over the bread. Then, she turned and pointed the blade at him, an angered look on her face.
‘How the fuck dare you,’ she hissed. ‘Spreadin’ lies like that! Why the devil would Patrick wanna go near a runt like you, huh?’
‘I ain’t lyin’! It’s true. He did it! He’s a pervert.’ Jessie reached forward, grabbing his arm and yanking Billy towards her. He could see tears glistening to her eyes and in that instant, he knew that she knew what Patrick was like. She knew he wasn’t lying.
‘Of all the things you’ve done to this family-’ Jessie suddenly loosened her grip on his arm, face paling before she stepped back. Billy frowned for a moment, before his gaze dropped to her legs. A large wet patch had formed over the front of her skirt, water splashing onto the floor.
‘Shit,’ he muttered. Jessie gripped the counter, one hand on the swell of her stomach. Billy was still staring wide-eyed at the wet-spot and with a growl, Jessie launched the knife at him. It bounced off the table with a chink and Billy jumped to attention.
‘Get Patrick!’ she hissed. ‘My water’s have broken!’ Wharton turned, racing out the kitchen and across the dirt yard to the barn. Don, Kenny and Patrick were in there; Kenny and Patrick were working on an engine that was on pieces on the floor, while Don was stacking hay bales. Kenny looked up when Billy burst in, looking from one face to the other.
‘What the fuck d’ya want?’ Kenny asked.
‘Baby’s comin’,’ he said, breathless, from running or from excitement, he wasn’t sure. The three men suddenly bustled out the barn, racing up to the house.
‘Someone start the car!’ Kenny yelled as he came in, reaching Jessie first.
‘I’ll call mom,’ Don said, moving into the hallway for the phone. ‘We’ll get her to meet us at the hospital.’ Billy was kicked aside in the commotion and Jessie didn’t look his way the entire time, but he noticed, with a small smile, that she didn’t look at Patrick either.