Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog: Billy Prompt 39. Taste
Title: Tastes Like...
Fandom: Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog
Character: Billy
Prompt: 39. Taste
Word Count: 1,000+
Rating: NC-17
Summary: He was weak, he tells himself... that was the only excuse he had for seeking Captain Hammer's comfort.
Author's Notes: Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog prequel and semi-sidestory to Synesthesia Parts Four and Five. Contains Dark!Billy and Horrible/Hammer.
My Little Damn Table (11/100)
Billy’s already decided that when he talks about his origin story, it is going to be cooler than this when he thinks back on the event. It’s better to say that he’s two years younger than he really is, so nobody would connect thirty-year-old Dr. Horrible with thirty-two-year-old Billy.
Either way the incident is embarrassing, so much so that he could taste shame on his tongue. He could still remember every little bit, all senses included, like a photograph that refuses to fade.
It was 1996, he was 21 and he was two years out of the PhD program with a double degree. He was trying to get people to take him more seriously, so he straightened his hair, finally got out of his blue-black hair dye goth phase, and insisted people call him William. William was mature; Billy was too cute even if Moist pointed out that Billy the Kid was a Billy no one would mess with. “God,” Billy had told Moist, rolling his eyes and huffing for emphasis, “But that means you have to be a villain or an outlaw for people to take you seriously.”
“But it would be fun,” Moist argued. Billy didn’t realize until later that Moist was already with the Henchmen’s Union to supplement his income from being a fluffer. “I know you would like it.”
“No, I wouldn’t!” Billy snapped back and that was the end of it for now.
---
Captain Hammer was too good for him. He was all hard planes and sculpted abs to Billy’s thin ganglyness. Sure, he never let Billy see Hammer Hall, the much talked about and rare seen home of the superhero, but who had? Obviously, he valued cramped apartments with labyrinths of bookcases and tables strewn with computer parts and chemistry sets. And on the rare occasion, like tonight, a hotel room that Hammer paid for out of pocket on everything.
He even splurged on room service, steak with potatoes and a expensive bottle of scotch even though Billy protested that it was way too much. Hammer had even rubbed Billy’s feet and sucked his toes in the way that he liked, licking the arch of both feet in an attempt to “warm up his cold feet.” Dinner was soon forgotten as they scrambled at each other’s clothes, trying to strip the other bare before they had a chance to. It was a contest that the older man won since he had no qualms with destroying Billy’s shirts. Billy won with other more important things. He slid down Captain Hammer’s torso as slick as an eel, as slithery as a ferret… it didn’t matter which metaphor to use once you feasted your eyes on the hammer. True, Billy was larger, but on Captain Hammer, it was magnificent and Billy always felt like his own member was like fancy curtains on a rotting house
Captain Hammer’s erection throbbed and pulsed in his grip. Billy leaned forward against the superhero’s thighs and licked the tip. The hammer tasted good, like salt, sweat, and raw male. The only thing that made it imperfect and oddly more real was the circumcision scar, which at the same time made Billy’s foreskin twinge in sympathy. “God, William,” Hammer grunted, hips bucking upward, perfectly curved butt flexing.
“Mmm,” Billy said softly, sliding the head into his mouth and suckling softly. Captain Hammer responded by grabbing the only targets available. “Pardon,” Billy said sourly. “My ears aren’t handles.” The instant he got his own money, he was getting his ears pinned. No doubt about it. Billy could still hear his mother’s jeers even now.
“He’s such a beautiful boy,” she would say, brushing her fingers through his hair before she straightened his glasses, “It’s a shame about those donkey ears.”
No, don’t think about that, because it brings around the bad voice, the horrible voice, and he always says the worst things. Like how Captain Hammer was just using him because he’s still a virgin and how the only person he cared about was himself.
Billy didn’t want to think about that. That voice had to be wrong. Captain Hammer always ate his favorite foods with him, always gave him back rubs, and he was always complimenting Billy’s looks. When he found out about what he had called “Your cute little quirk” regarding Billy’s cold feet when it came to going all the way, he had bopped Billy on the nose and just said, “Well then we’re just going to have to take care of this love thing.”
“Er… er…” Despite the progress Captain Hammer had helped him make with his stuttering and mumbling, that hero could always get him back to mumbling again. It was like butterflies were doing the Macarena and Electric Slide in his stomach.
Captain Hammer pressed one of his hands against Billy’s butt, kneading a cheek for a few minutes, before one of his questioning fingers pressed against his crack and quested inside. Billy whimpered and pulled away, the hammer leaving his lips with a faint pop. “Are you in love with me yet?”
“I-uh.” Billy chewed on his lower lip. It was a rather hard question to answer when one finger… no.. two now… were pressing inside of you.
“You can decide while I’m stretching you.” Captain Hammer said and his fingers worked in and out. “It’s a simple solution. You love me so tonight is the night.”
Was this why he wanted me to be drunk? No, he knows I like scotch even if I’m a lame drunk. “What makes you thi-think it is?”
Captain Hammer laughed and ruffled Billy’s hair. “Well, because things like that and a taste for science are just dust in the wind.”
Billy’s blood ran cold. “W-w-hat did you say about science?”
“That your taste for it is just temporary. It’s the realm of villains. And you don’t want to become a villain. Do you, William?”
Maybe you do, the voice chided him. Billy closed his eyes. “I-I-I-I… I need time to think about this.”
“Of course,” Captain Hammer said nobly, but at the same time disappointedly as he withdrew his fingers and stroked Billy’s butt. “Take all the time you want.”
“Thanks,” Billy said, trying to sound happy even while he tried to not to gag. The taste of Captain Hammer’s precum had soured on his tongue. “I really mean it. You’ll wait?”
Captain Hammer stretched on the bed, graceful and nude, erection bobbing between his thighs. Ride it, another voice chided, we need to take care of being a virgin in all ways. You know you want to. “Of course.”
No he won’t.
Because he doesn’t care.
Because he never did.
“Thank you.”
He fumbled into his clothes, aware that Hammer was raking his eyes over his butt. Billy wondered how he was going to get his shirt to close when Captain Hammer rose and pulled a few items out of a bag. A t-shirt and a hoodie. “Here. It’s cold outside.”
“Thank you,” Billy said solemnly.
Billy didn’t get to take them from Hammer, who apparently decided Billy no longer had the ability to get himself dressed. He pulled the t-shirt over thick blond hair and high forehead. He even pulled the hoodie on for him and zipped him up into it. It smelt faintly of cumin. “It’s a bit big on you, but you’re pulling it off.”
Captain Hammer leaned in and gave him a long hard kiss. “To remember me by.”
“Thanks,” Billy said. He didn’t realize it, but his arms were rubbing the fabric of the hoodie in a petting gesture. “Thanks.”
---
Even now, Billy could taste Captain Hammer on his lips.
It still reminded him of cumin.
Fandom: Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog
Character: Billy
Prompt: 39. Taste
Word Count: 1,000+
Rating: NC-17
Summary: He was weak, he tells himself... that was the only excuse he had for seeking Captain Hammer's comfort.
Author's Notes: Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog prequel and semi-sidestory to Synesthesia Parts Four and Five. Contains Dark!Billy and Horrible/Hammer.
My Little Damn Table (11/100)
Billy’s already decided that when he talks about his origin story, it is going to be cooler than this when he thinks back on the event. It’s better to say that he’s two years younger than he really is, so nobody would connect thirty-year-old Dr. Horrible with thirty-two-year-old Billy.
Either way the incident is embarrassing, so much so that he could taste shame on his tongue. He could still remember every little bit, all senses included, like a photograph that refuses to fade.
It was 1996, he was 21 and he was two years out of the PhD program with a double degree. He was trying to get people to take him more seriously, so he straightened his hair, finally got out of his blue-black hair dye goth phase, and insisted people call him William. William was mature; Billy was too cute even if Moist pointed out that Billy the Kid was a Billy no one would mess with. “God,” Billy had told Moist, rolling his eyes and huffing for emphasis, “But that means you have to be a villain or an outlaw for people to take you seriously.”
“But it would be fun,” Moist argued. Billy didn’t realize until later that Moist was already with the Henchmen’s Union to supplement his income from being a fluffer. “I know you would like it.”
“No, I wouldn’t!” Billy snapped back and that was the end of it for now.
---
Captain Hammer was too good for him. He was all hard planes and sculpted abs to Billy’s thin ganglyness. Sure, he never let Billy see Hammer Hall, the much talked about and rare seen home of the superhero, but who had? Obviously, he valued cramped apartments with labyrinths of bookcases and tables strewn with computer parts and chemistry sets. And on the rare occasion, like tonight, a hotel room that Hammer paid for out of pocket on everything.
He even splurged on room service, steak with potatoes and a expensive bottle of scotch even though Billy protested that it was way too much. Hammer had even rubbed Billy’s feet and sucked his toes in the way that he liked, licking the arch of both feet in an attempt to “warm up his cold feet.” Dinner was soon forgotten as they scrambled at each other’s clothes, trying to strip the other bare before they had a chance to. It was a contest that the older man won since he had no qualms with destroying Billy’s shirts. Billy won with other more important things. He slid down Captain Hammer’s torso as slick as an eel, as slithery as a ferret… it didn’t matter which metaphor to use once you feasted your eyes on the hammer. True, Billy was larger, but on Captain Hammer, it was magnificent and Billy always felt like his own member was like fancy curtains on a rotting house
Captain Hammer’s erection throbbed and pulsed in his grip. Billy leaned forward against the superhero’s thighs and licked the tip. The hammer tasted good, like salt, sweat, and raw male. The only thing that made it imperfect and oddly more real was the circumcision scar, which at the same time made Billy’s foreskin twinge in sympathy. “God, William,” Hammer grunted, hips bucking upward, perfectly curved butt flexing.
“Mmm,” Billy said softly, sliding the head into his mouth and suckling softly. Captain Hammer responded by grabbing the only targets available. “Pardon,” Billy said sourly. “My ears aren’t handles.” The instant he got his own money, he was getting his ears pinned. No doubt about it. Billy could still hear his mother’s jeers even now.
“He’s such a beautiful boy,” she would say, brushing her fingers through his hair before she straightened his glasses, “It’s a shame about those donkey ears.”
No, don’t think about that, because it brings around the bad voice, the horrible voice, and he always says the worst things. Like how Captain Hammer was just using him because he’s still a virgin and how the only person he cared about was himself.
Billy didn’t want to think about that. That voice had to be wrong. Captain Hammer always ate his favorite foods with him, always gave him back rubs, and he was always complimenting Billy’s looks. When he found out about what he had called “Your cute little quirk” regarding Billy’s cold feet when it came to going all the way, he had bopped Billy on the nose and just said, “Well then we’re just going to have to take care of this love thing.”
“Er… er…” Despite the progress Captain Hammer had helped him make with his stuttering and mumbling, that hero could always get him back to mumbling again. It was like butterflies were doing the Macarena and Electric Slide in his stomach.
Captain Hammer pressed one of his hands against Billy’s butt, kneading a cheek for a few minutes, before one of his questioning fingers pressed against his crack and quested inside. Billy whimpered and pulled away, the hammer leaving his lips with a faint pop. “Are you in love with me yet?”
“I-uh.” Billy chewed on his lower lip. It was a rather hard question to answer when one finger… no.. two now… were pressing inside of you.
“You can decide while I’m stretching you.” Captain Hammer said and his fingers worked in and out. “It’s a simple solution. You love me so tonight is the night.”
Was this why he wanted me to be drunk? No, he knows I like scotch even if I’m a lame drunk. “What makes you thi-think it is?”
Captain Hammer laughed and ruffled Billy’s hair. “Well, because things like that and a taste for science are just dust in the wind.”
Billy’s blood ran cold. “W-w-hat did you say about science?”
“That your taste for it is just temporary. It’s the realm of villains. And you don’t want to become a villain. Do you, William?”
Maybe you do, the voice chided him. Billy closed his eyes. “I-I-I-I… I need time to think about this.”
“Of course,” Captain Hammer said nobly, but at the same time disappointedly as he withdrew his fingers and stroked Billy’s butt. “Take all the time you want.”
“Thanks,” Billy said, trying to sound happy even while he tried to not to gag. The taste of Captain Hammer’s precum had soured on his tongue. “I really mean it. You’ll wait?”
Captain Hammer stretched on the bed, graceful and nude, erection bobbing between his thighs. Ride it, another voice chided, we need to take care of being a virgin in all ways. You know you want to. “Of course.”
No he won’t.
Because he doesn’t care.
Because he never did.
“Thank you.”
He fumbled into his clothes, aware that Hammer was raking his eyes over his butt. Billy wondered how he was going to get his shirt to close when Captain Hammer rose and pulled a few items out of a bag. A t-shirt and a hoodie. “Here. It’s cold outside.”
“Thank you,” Billy said solemnly.
Billy didn’t get to take them from Hammer, who apparently decided Billy no longer had the ability to get himself dressed. He pulled the t-shirt over thick blond hair and high forehead. He even pulled the hoodie on for him and zipped him up into it. It smelt faintly of cumin. “It’s a bit big on you, but you’re pulling it off.”
Captain Hammer leaned in and gave him a long hard kiss. “To remember me by.”
“Thanks,” Billy said. He didn’t realize it, but his arms were rubbing the fabric of the hoodie in a petting gesture. “Thanks.”
---
Even now, Billy could taste Captain Hammer on his lips.
It still reminded him of cumin.