They slipped and slid in the mud, but Billy found Elliot and held on. He kissed him, but Elliot stayed focus. It was as if he was a beacan of some kind honed in on how to get to his place.
"You aren't chicken shit, you know that." Billy said along the way.
"Billy, lets just save our energy, why don't we?" Elliot sighed.
"What, you think I'll go off on you?" Billy stopped.
"Did I say that?" Elliot looked back at him. "I didn't. We have to get out of the shit before we become total shit. All right?"
"Damn, what did that acid do to you, man?" Billy held on to his hand and they walked up the shittiest hill to take them home.
"I think I know a short cut," Elliot said, pulling Billy along with all his strength.
"You think you still know the short cut?" Billy asked an hour later. There were still skads of people about. It was getting so tiring. Billy's stomach growled.
"There it is?" He saw the lights over the horizon. It might be another hour, but at least they'd be to Elliot's.
Finally, they staggered in. Billy looked around. He'd never been to Elliot's room.
"Its basically a motel room." Elliot shrugged as if it wasn't anything much. His Dad had a few things about. But there was a bathroom and a bed. The essentials.
Billy tried to take a piss. At first he wasn't sure if he could. Finally it came like lightening. Billy couldn't help but laugh.
"We could piss together, you know." He shouted to Elliot.
"We have to be quiet." Elliot whispered. He stared at Billy. "Shower?"
"God, yes," Billy smiled. "You coming?"
Elliot let out a sigh then a grin.
"Quit being so timid," Billy looked him over. "You know I want you."
Elliot just nodded. He took a piss then while Billy turned on the hot water. He had a ton of more mud on him than Elliot. Leave it to Elliot to be as neat and clean as possible. Almost.
Billy shut his eyes as he drenched himself under the hot water and begain to suds up. He felt Elliot soaping him up too, touching his penis. Billy couldn't help but smile as he touch Elliot too. Of course, the hot water didn't last soon enough. It was cold, but Billy didn't care as he kissed Elliot's mouth. He was so tired, but loving every moment of this.
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3 comments:
I like elliot's lines.
cool.
Definitely got the Woodstock feel to it. I would follow this and Maxxie and Tony if I had a blog. Very nice.
Em might post the next part I don't know. It's written. It's meant to be confusing, tell me what you think of it please.
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