Beta by the awesome Nicole who comes through for me even when she's sick. You rock, baby!
Summary: a hormone drenched PWP vision of what else could have happened
that night in Regina....
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Prologue: Mary the Fan
"Is it true, Joe? What John said you did to Billy?" Watching Joe closely with tears glittering in her eyes, Mary swallowed hard and said, "Is that why he left four years ago?"
Joe narrowed his eyes, and took a deep drag of his cigarette. "What did John say?"
"That...that you fucked Billy against his will." Mary's voice faded and caught on the word 'fucked'. "And that's what the fight was really about."
"*John* is a crazy motherfucker who lost his pills and doesn't make a hell of a lot of sense most of the time anyway. He's either confused or lyin' out his ass. I never did nothin' to Billy 'against his will'," Joe said with a sneer.
Mary stared at him in silent shock at the implications of Joe's answer. She opened her mouth to ask another question, but was unsure what to say. She turned just a little to one side and saw Billy watching Evan and Billie with an inscrutable expression. In a shaking voice, she told Joe that it was good to see the band again, then gathered up her family to leave. Pausing in the doorway for one last look at Billy, she tightened her arms around her daughter as a slow chill crept up her spine. He was appraising her and Billie with a sad, reflective look.
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Joe watched the visual exchange from across the room and shook his head. Billy was going to need some comfort tonight, because obviously Joe wasn't the only one who noticed the resemblance between the guitarist and the kid. The eyes, the mouth... she looked too much like Billy for him to ignore it for long. The kid's name was 'Billie' for crying out loud. Did Mary think they couldn't put two and two together?
He walked over to the sofa where Billy was slumped and said, "This party sucks. Let's get out of here."
Billy slowly lifted his head up and tilted Joe a half-smile that sent a bolt of heat straight through him. He was so glad to have his brother back even if he couldn't always show it. He knew that Billy knew how he felt and that's all that mattered. Joe figured he'd get Billy back eventually. This Jenifur gig couldn't last forever, and Joe would be waiting for Billy when he flew north again. And since he had him now, for the time being, he would make the most of it.
"Come on," he wheedled. "We'll go to that diner down the street, get some coffee, and make fun of the locals."
"I can't resist," Billy grinned, a little drunkenly.
//I wish// Joe thought wistfully. He put a steadying hand on his friend's shoulder as he rose from the couch, then led the way to the door. As he wound his way through the crowd, he kept glancing over his shoulder to make sure Billy was with him. His right hand man remained right where he belonged.
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Sitting in the diner, smoking and drinking coffee had started to sober Billy up as he listened to Joe spin tales about the other patrons. This was the Joe he knew and loved--not the asshole who sabotaged his own career. This Joe made him remember the better times of the good old days. The times when it was just him and Joe against the world and they were everything to each other.
As soon as Joe brought up Jenifur, Billy knew he had to change the subject. The first thing out of his mouth was what had been had the back of his mind for the past couple of hours. "Did you ever sleep with Mary?"
Joe gave him one of those where-the-fuck-did-that-come-from looks and said, "What?"
"Did you ever sleep with Mary?" He repeated it slowly with equal emphasis on each word.
"No." Joe paused for effect and then said, offhandedly, "Fucked 'er in the back of the van once, though. Fantastic."
Billy laughed, but he couldn't help asking, "Five, six years ago-- last tour?"
Joe considered for just a second. "Nah, way longer than that."
Before Billy could reply, the girls from the corner table walked up behind him, and the blonde asked, "Are you guys in a band?"
Slouching back down in his seat, he turned to look at the women as Joe answered in his usual screwball manner, telling them he and Billy were "Pipe Felcher and John" from "Snow Axe".
"And you are?" asked Billy disinterestedly.
Joe piped in, "Good lookin'."
"Working," replied the redhead. Then she caught sight of Bruce and the boys and pointed at the camera, saying, "Turn that off!"
Meanwhile, Joe and Billy were going back and forth. Billy saying "No", and Joe saying, "Yes!"
As the girls came up to join them, Joe shot Bruce a narrow look and said, "We're done for the night."
Billy watched in amusement as the crew packed up and headed back to the hotel in record time. Hell, they were probably tired too. He remained stretched across his side of the booth, so both girls had to crowd in next to Joe.
He protested again when Joe suggested going with the hookers, thinking about how worn out he was. He'd never been able to fly for days with no sleep like Joe could. He'd done his share, but he always crashed long before Joe. Since the girls were a bad idea anyway for a lot of reasons, he distracted Joe in a way that never failed. He slipped one hand under the table and grabbed Joe's knee, firmly stroking as far up his thigh as he could reach. He rubbed his callused fingers against the rough denim, wishing it were bare skin. He suddenly felt more energized just from imagining getting Joe out of his clothes.
Joe stopped arguing with him and looked mildly surprised for a moment. Then he smiled at the girls. "Sorry ladies, my partner and I have other plans."
When they looked like they might try to persuade him, Joe shook his head and stared at them with unblinking blue eyes. They hurried on their way looking for greener pastures. He watched them leave with a smirk then turned to Billy who had let go of Joe's leg and was lighting a cigarette.
Taking a sip of coffee, Billy waited for Joe to speak and wondered what he would say. He knew what his own answer would be.
"So are you just teasing? Or are you gonna fuck me?"
Billy grinned and said smoothly, "I don't tease. Let's go."
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Paying the bill with a five he found crumpled in his coat pocket, Joe was feeling generous, so he tipped the waitress while he was at it. He walked out into the cold night air with Billy one step behind. He walked straight to his hotel room without saying anything, but he glanced over at Billy occasionally. With those measuring glances, Joe kept a close watch on his friend, hoping he wouldn't change his mind. They'd both had mercurial moments of deciding sex was a bad mistake, usually after the fact. It would put them both in a pissy mood where every little thing led to a bloody fight. But sometimes it was so good it was golden, making the world a brighter place for just a little while because of one magical night.
Joe wanted to have another one of those golden nights to keep with him when Billy went back to L.A. What a surprise that the cynical, sarcastic Joe Dick had a sentimental streak. It was small and well hidden, but it was there.
Unlocking the door to the room they shared, Joe walked in and started pulling off his coat, gloves, and baseball cap. He stopped and watched Billy do the same, then stripped his shirt over his head. Dropping his clothes where he stood, he sat on his bed to remove his boots. Billy sat on his own bed and did the same with a sly smile.
"Have you got lube?"
"Yes, I've got lube. It's in my bag just like always," answered Joe as he got up and went into the bathroom.
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When Joe walked naked out of the bathroom, Billy was waiting right outside the door. He pushed Joe back against the wall and kissed him deeply. If a kiss can be combat, Joe met him on the battlefield. Each man struggled for dominance, biting and sucking recklessly at the other's mouth, consuming and being consumed in hot, greedy desperation.
Releasing his bruising grip on Joe's biceps, Billy drew his hands slowly down his lover's arms. Clasping their hands together tightly then turning loose, Billy grabbed Joe's waist and crushed their hips together in an almost painful embrace, hard cocks sliding and grinding against each other. And still they kissed, Billy sucking his partner's tongue to the rhythm of his thrusting hips.
When Joe hissed into his mouth, Billy pulled away slightly to run his tongue down Joe's neck to his chest, dropping to his knees to continue down to take his cock in his mouth. He took one hand and grasped the base of Joe's cock, holding it steady for his mouth to devour, in tiny nibbles and in great sucking gulps. Billy barely felt the fingers gripping his hair, barely heard the voice moaning and cursing. All he knew was the dick in his mouth, and his own raging erection growing harder yet remaining untouched. He ached to touch it, but he wanted to wait. Wait for something better.
So Billy reminded Joe that playing guitar was not his only talent. He sucked each ball into his mouth, one after the other, over and over until, in frustration, Joe yelled, "Fuck, you fucker!" Billy sat back on his heels and grinned as he shoved Joe's feet apart, leaving the man propped against the wall by his shoulders, panting for completion. Billy wrapped one arm around Joe's thighs to keep him steady as he wrapped his fingers around Joe's balls, rubbing behind them in countermeasure to his slurping of Joe's erection. Finding a particularly sensitive spot, he tickled it with his tongue drawing another loud curse. As Joe's eyes rolled back in his head, Billy took the broad tip into his mouth and sucked hard, the suction drawing in his cheeks in another caress. Pulling Joe's balls down firmly, Billy pulled away, lapping at the pre-come leaking steadily from the slit.
Licking his lips, he rose to his feet and turned Joe toward the wall. When his knees buckled, Billy planted a hand in the middle of his back, pressing him into the cheap wallpaper. He reached for the lube he'd left on the corner of the bed, flipping the top open with his teeth. As Joe took his own weight, Billy slicked himself up, then took a moment to work a coated finger up Joe's ass in brief preparation. With one hand digging into Joe's hipbone, Billy used the other to guide his cock to the opening. Pushing slowly into the incredible tightness, he leaned forward and panted, "Joe, you okay?"
"Yeah, fuck me," groaned Joe, propping his head on an upraised arm. Billy thrust all the way into the hot channel, tearing a strangled scream from his lover's throat. He drew almost completely out, then did it again, and again. Faster and harder, he moved until he was pounding into Joe, his belly and balls slapping sharply against Joe's ass.
Dropping his forehead to the back of Joe's neck, Billy licked a hot trail over clenched muscles and sweaty shoulder blades. He reached around to grab Joe's cock, stroking in time to his thrusts. He quickly brought them both to the edge, and then a brutal shove sent them over. Shuddering and pumping into Joe's body, Billy felt his legs start to give out, so he wrapped his arms around his friend and leaned into his strong back.
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As Billy all but collapsed against him, Joe stiffened and shot his load against the wall, biting into his own arm to muffle his shouts. He knew he'd be sore all over in the morning, but he didn't care. This had been worth it. Feeling Billy pull out, Joe shifted his feet and continued to hold them both up, with considerable help from the wall. After a moment of unsuccessfully trying to draw enough air into his lungs, Joe nudged Billy back a step. He staggered the couple of feet to the nearest bed and collapsed on his back, hauling Billy with him.
Thinking only of sleep, Joe was slightly irritated when Billy called his name. Eyes still shut, he opened his mouth to answer, pleasantly surprised to have Billy's tongue take advantage. His irritation faded away as he returned the lazy kisses, drifting away, drowning in the taste of Billy.
Billy moved his mouth back just far enough to ask quietly, "Did you get what you wanted?"
"This time. Did you?" murmured Joe as he dropped off to sleep, never hearing Billy's answer.
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Epilogue:
Cursing under his breath, Billy slammed the door on his way out. He had managed to keep Joe from going with "Joanna and Tracey", only to have them turn into "Thelma and Louise" and steal Joe's wallet. And, whether it was irrational or not, he blamed Joe, the stupid motherfucker who flirted with them in the first place. Now he had to get out of his nice warm bed for this bullshit.
Striding down the street, freezing his ass off, Billy ignored both Pipefitter and the film crew until Bruce asked where he was going.
"Bank machine, to get some money for the hotel bill. Joe--*fuckhead* that he is--partied with Thelma and Louise and they fucked off with all our cash."
After determining that Bruce had no money either, Billy turned as Pipe asked for a smoke. He stood there in silence as Pipe snatched the burning cigarette from Billy's mouth and made his way back down the street. Billy looked straight at the camera and said, "Welcome to the old days. Fuck."