tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74549147390912305312024-03-21T13:32:39.647-05:00billy and elliotivyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10081846789891930288noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454914739091230531.post-66675397008688731302010-04-27T09:45:00.000-05:002010-04-27T09:45:07.642-05:00can you handle it"How about Elliot and I come to work for you?" Billy got up the nerve to ask Max. He'd walked all the way to his dairy. After all, the concert had been good for Max's business. Everyone wanted his chocolate milk now.<br />
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"I dunno, sun." Max sounded high. Billy thought so. Naturally, Billy was just in his jeans and flip flops. He hadn't exactly dressed for an interview. "How are you at handling cow shit?"<br />
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"I think I could handle it." Billy told him.<br />
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Max just nodded.<br />
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"Elliot wouldn't have to do it, would he?" Billy didn't want Elliot getting his hands dirty. "Could he do something else for you?"<br />
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"Well, I do need a good accountant." Max nodded as he handed Billy a chocolate milk for his troubles.<br />
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"Really?" Billy smiled it was the best news he'd heard in forever. Especially, since the concert. He drank the milk like a celebration of some kind. "Oh, we'll need a place to shack up."<br />
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"Well, there's that shack behind the barn. Doesn't have any power." Max shrugged.<br />
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"That's OK. That'll be just fine." Billy couldn't wait to get back to Elliot to tell him the news. Billy was right where he wanted to be. The good life at Woodstock.<br />
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MEANWHILE<br />
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Michael was back.<br />
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"What?" Elliot was in shock. Michael was suppose to be getting ready for the next big thing. Now wasn't he. "What are you doing here?" Elliot was trying to make peace with his parents. He was about to tell him that he was leaving. He thought he had Billy talked into it. Just a trial run. They could go to New York City for the weekend. See how that went. He couldn't possibly lose him to the city. Now could he.<br />
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"I dunno." Michael was all smiles. He wanted to get them alone. "I wanted to see if everything was OK. You know, if we'd left a man made disaster of some kind." He kept staring at Elliot who assured him everything was fine.<br />
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"Its fine." They took a walk.<br />
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"Are you sure?" It was as if Michael wanted to put doubts in his mind somehow.<br />
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And then it happened. Michael kissed Elliot. Not so far from Max's dairy.<br />
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Elliot was in shock.<br />
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"I thought we talked about this." Elliot looked at Michael who was his usual go getter self. <br />
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"I can't get you out of my mind." Michael winced.<br />
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"You know how I feel about Billy. You know." Elliot frowned.<br />
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"Not really. He doesn't have to know." Michael put his arm around him.<br />
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"I'm not like you. I just can pick up and go and find anyone to fuck." Elliot shook his head, no.<br />
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"I'm not like that." Michael looked hurt that Elliot would even think such a thing. "I can change. Just for you."<br />
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"You won't. I can't leave Billy." Elliot thought they'd been through this before.<br />
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"But what if I can offer you 50 thousand dollars to come work for me." Michael gave him a dead stare. He came closer then as his hands slid under Elliot's shirt and Elliot felt his hard abs against his. It gave him a shiver. Elliot always did love money.ivyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10081846789891930288noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454914739091230531.post-75141912520203338442010-04-22T10:54:00.000-05:002010-04-22T10:54:31.273-05:00so be itElliot was afraid Billy's brother would go ballistic. He almost did. He couldn't believe his brother would be this dead set against it.<br />
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'NEW YORK CITY!" His brother told him he was out of his mind.<br />
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Elliot didn't know what to do now.<br />
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"Maybe I should stay in the country." Billy didn't want to cause problems.<br />
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"No, don't say that." Elliot wanted to be away from here. Like yesterday. There was nothing here for him. Just Billy. Elliot rubbed his shoulders while Billy just sat there on the bed like a lump on a log. So still. Elliot sat from behind with his legs around him. He wrapped his arms around Billy's chest and kissed his shoulders then. "I want you with me, always." Elliot admitted. "You were so cool in school. I can't believe this now. You and me. I mean, you were the ass every girl wanted."<br />
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"Yeah, well, look at me now. I'm broken." Billy pushed slightly back on Elliot's body, as if he might be a magnet.<br />
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"No, you're not. You're not broken. Not to me." Elliot promised.<br />
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"God, what am I good for?" Billy sighed.<br />
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"Stop it, will you. We're going to be fine. We will be." Even if it meant they might have to get jobs at the dairy farm. Elliot hugged Billy's bare back more. Billy nudged on as Elliot sucked at his shoulder then and his neck too. A smile came to Elliot's face, as they finally found each others lips. There on the bed, in the twist and turns. There bodies mashed and Billy's hands squeezed at his cock while they kissed.<br />
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How could something not be so perfect as this? Elliot felt Billy's lips on his chest. His abs. Finally his cock. Billy's strands of long hair washed over him. He was so hard. Elliot knew it now. Billy was the best thing that ever happened to him.ivyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10081846789891930288noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454914739091230531.post-20991748573379406012009-11-12T14:35:00.005-06:002010-04-22T10:36:59.757-05:00a mind of his ownBilly couldn't stand Elliot's mother. She scared him so much. Maybe she was the crazy one. Not him. He shook now when he thought about her.<br />
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"You're not having a flashback, are you?" Elliot winced as he washed Billy's hair in the bathtub.<br />
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He shook his head, no.<br />
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"Then what is it?" Elliot wondered as he washed the suds from his bare back. He smelled of ivory and herbal essences.<br />
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"Your mother hates me." Billy nodded so innocently.<br />
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"She hates everyone, Billy." Elliot laughed. "Its all right. I can handle her. I found out she has more money than she ever told any of us. Don't know what she'll use it for."<br />
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"I should steal it." Billy looked at Elliot.<br />
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"Don't even think it." Elliot told him.<br />
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"But if anyone deserves that money. Its you. You know that." Billy nodded.<br />
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Elliot combed out his wet hair.<br />
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"I don't want anything of theirs." Elliot told him. They kissed then. And Billy wanted him.<br />
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"No, not now, we're meeting your brother. We have to tell him." Elliot was serious.<br />
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"Tell him what?"<br />
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"That you're going back to New York City with me." Elliot nodded.<br />
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"New York City?" He didn't know if he could take such a busy place. It would be so different from here.<br />
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"Haven't you been listening to me, Billy." Elliot smiled.<br />
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Billy shook his head no. "I just watch your lips move, waiting when you'll shut up, long enough, so I can fuck you."<br />
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"I don't think we should discuss that with your brother." Elliot almost laughed, but as always, he was serious.ivyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10081846789891930288noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454914739091230531.post-68024558073150110732009-10-03T23:45:00.004-05:002009-11-12T14:35:05.978-06:00at that momentElliot listened to Michael who was all smiles. A part of Elliot found Michael fascinating. How did he do it? He was probably a millionaire. He just knew the right people to put together anything, to make things happen. How did he do it? What was his secret?<br /><br />"You should really come to San Francisco with me," Michael looked at him as if that was the place to be. "You'll love it there. And you could stay with me. I know I could help you."<br /><br />"I dunno." Elliot just smiled and stood there in the sunshine on the vast fields of garbage. "That's really sweet of you-"<br /><br />Next thing Elliot knew, Michael was French kissing him. His hands down Elliot's jeans giving him a squeeze.<br /><br />"Why can't you say <em>yes</em>?" Michael whispered in Elliot's ear.<br /><br />"I can't." Elliot sighed heavily and pulled away. Elliot knew if he did sleep with Michael that it would be a one time thing. There would be no day after. Michael would definitely move on. What would really be the point? Even if he did go with him, he was sure he'd see Michael with others. He definitely didn't need that. "I have to stay here. There are some things I have to get through, you know."<br /><br />"Yeah, I know." Michael gave him a stare, wanting more.<br /><br />"You know, you'll do great." Elliot needed to walk away. He was going to take a step back. Of course, it was in the mud. Michael grabbed him and kissed him hard.<br /><br />"What can I do to change your mind?" Michael sighed.<br /><br />"You know, you don't want me mess'n with your style." Elliot just nodded. This time he was going back to Billy. No turning back.ivyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10081846789891930288noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454914739091230531.post-990717918529907302009-09-23T13:00:00.004-05:002009-10-03T23:45:45.487-05:00no secret handshakeWas it over? Was the goddamn concert over? Billy would have never known it. No one seemed to be ready to leave. He had to wonder if the population had exploded and there would be new residents in the area. He tried not to think about it. It made him nervous.<br /><br />Of course, Elliot got to talking to Vilma who had taken an interest in Elliot's parents. It was like he/she was the daughter they never had. Thank God, somebody to get off their backs. Plus Vilma had a little extra something to keep Billy from losing it. His brownies were super wicked yet mellow. Yeah, at least Billy was vegging out during this process of clean up.<br /><br />But it was Michael that Billy couldn't stand the most. He saw the way he looked at Elliot. And the fact Michael thought he was a god of some kind on that motorcycle of his.<br /><br />"You're not going anywhere with him, are you?" Why were they talking so much? It infurated Billy. It was hard to keep his cool around Mr. Bubble butt. Naturally, he couldn't remember what Elliot told him. He was getting a little blurry on things these days.<br /><br />"What? You're calling him Mr. Bubble butt?" Vilma thought that was so damn funny. Of course, they were both high when Billy mentioned it to him. "You just want his ass."<br /><br />"I have my own ass to fuck," Billy meant Elliot, and he certainly didn't want Michael to have a piece of it.<br /><br />"Honestly, dude, I don't think you have a thing to worry about." Vilma told Billy. "I think Elliot is all yours. He's a pretty practical guy. He's just not gonna give it up for anybody."<br /><br />"Really?" Billy was serious. This was serious shit. "You think I make him happy?"<br /><br />Vilma just smiled. "You know something dude, I never ever thought I'd hear those words come from your mouth, but I'm certain, you make Elliot happy." They got high then and Billy watched Elliot walk away with Michael, hoping they did nothing more than a handshake.ivyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10081846789891930288noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454914739091230531.post-79715006436187651122009-09-14T15:54:00.006-05:002009-09-23T13:00:08.263-05:00making the pactElliot wondered if he'd wake up and figure out it was all a dream. This thing with Billy. He'd wake up and find himself back in New York City with the fellows he hung with and just do art work that no one would ever buy. Yeah, that was his life. Wasn't it?<br /><br />But here Billy was in his bed, loving to butt fuck him as much as possible. It was blowing him away, in fact. He couldn't remember the last time he'd had so much sex. And at his parents. Unheard of. It filled him with laughter. And he wasn't even hungry. It was as if he was on this natural hight. It had nothing to do with acid or Woodstock. Just Billy. It had always been Billy. He just didn't know if the time was right to explain that to him. It was best just to let this happen. To see where it might go. What it might become? Was there a chance they could do this. Make it on their own.<br /><br />"We'll figure it out," Elliot said holding on to Billy. "I won't let you down. I won't."<br /><br />"Promise," Billy whispered in his ear as if he really needed for him to promise.<br /><br />"Promise." Elliot smiled. "You've always meant a lot to me."<br /><br />"Why? What the fuck? You never said anything." Billy winced.<br /><br />"I know. I thought you'd be really sick of me if I had. But you were always amazing. You still are. Don't let anyone tell you different. Especially, your brother."<br /><br />"I hate him."<br /><br />"Maybe he'll be OK if you go back to the city with me." Elliot smiled.<br /><br />"Naw, he'd hate it. He won't let me do anything." Billy looked as if it was the worst idea.<br /><br />"I'll talk to him. We'll act like its nothing. You know, he needs his freedom too. Maybe you'll be brothers again, if you're a part." Elliot told him.<br /><br />"Apart." Billy squinted. "Like maybe we're around each other too much?"<br /><br />"Exactly."<br /><br />Billy sighed and Elliot's eyes lit when he saw that Billy had found his hard on.<br /><br />"What are we going to do about that?" Billy laughed so lightly in Elliot's ear then.<br /><br />Elliot couldn't help but smile as he bit his bottom lip as Billy rubbed his thumb at the tip of his penis which slightly drooled like sap from a tree. Elliot shivered as he felt Billy's tongue lick him clean. He closed his eyes so dreamily when Billy went down on him. It was so unexpected.ivyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10081846789891930288noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454914739091230531.post-25728088182104899922009-09-12T03:50:00.005-05:002009-09-12T03:50:00.656-05:00it it makes you happy"That is one scary fuck'n mother you got there, Elliot." Billy informed him after he wiped the plate clear with a slice of white bread. "Aren't you starving?" He winced.<br /><br />"Yeah, I guess I am. Don't know if they'd even feed us up at the cafe." Elliot looked as if he was in no hurry to get out of bed.<br /><br />"The lentils could have used a hot pepper or two, but you know, she's not a horrible cook, even if it looks it." Billy thought he should know. Elliot took the plate from him and gave him an open kiss. Honestly, it wasn't necessary to ask Elliot if he wanted to fuck. Billy didn't like to talk about stuff like that, but if he did, he'd tell him he had the finest ass of anyone he'd ever fucked. He supposed he'd just show him. He touched the small of Elliot's back then as they made out, but it wasn't long til he turned Elliot face down and had his way with him.<br /><br />Elliot's skin was so warm, and Billy felt so hot. Even the scent of his sweet hair gave way of Billy wanting to melt inside him for a good long while, but he guessed a quick 15 minutes would do.<br />He wondered if this would be the last time. He was afraid it was. What if he never saw him again? What if this was it? God, he wanted to fuck him again.<br /><br />Billy felt his eyes wet, but that might have been the sweat. Yeah, probably the sweat. That's what it was. But the tears were so warm and he thought he might be sick.<br /><br />"What's the matter," Elliot finally looked back at him.<br /><br />"God," he felt him self shaking, might as well have been in an air raid in Nam, all the emotion he was feeling. "This is it, for us! Isn't it." His teeth gnashed and he fell against Elliot who had to hold him tight.<br /><br />"Are you having an episode?" Elliot squinted.<br /><br />"No! No, I just don't want you to go." He shook a bit less now as he looked into Elliot's eyes.<br /><br />"I'm not going anywhere." Elliot nodded. "I want to be with you."<br /><br />"Serious shit?" Billy kept staring at him.<br /><br />"Serious shit." Elliot nodded with a smile.<br /><br />Billy took deep breaths as he edged back to his pillow.<br /><br />"Besides, there's a traffic jam out there, where else are we gonna go?" Elliot smiled. He kissed Billy's forehead as his finger slipped through his damp hair. Billy kissed him back hard, hoping he meant every word he said about staying. Before he knew it, they were wrapped up in each other again.ivyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10081846789891930288noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454914739091230531.post-62303248865712166632009-09-10T03:40:00.001-05:002009-09-10T03:40:00.220-05:00shut up and let me goDaylight shined down on Elliot. His body was so sore and yet still in the state of slumber, he could not move. He was in the buff to and so was Billy who was next to him in the small regular sized bed. The sheets were in a wad on the floor. He reached down in the neck of time to flop them over all of Bill and himself.<br /><br />His mother was unlocking the door and coming in with her wonderful lentil mush. Not exactly what Elliot was waiting for, but he was hungry.<br /><br />"You lazy son!" She was not in a good mood.<br /><br />"Mom, relax." He looked at her as if he needed to be alone. "I can come and get my own lunch, you know."<br /><br />"Its four in the afternoon, you wretched boy! I thought you might be death warmed over, if I couldn't find you here." She swelled up as if she was going to let him have it. And Elliot was so sure Billy might move and his mother would know something was up. But maybe she wouldn't. Maybe he'd tell her that he charged Billy for a room if he stirred.<br /><br />"Please, Mom." Elliot begged. "I'm sorry, you know, its Woodstock. Things will be back to normal by tomorrow."<br /><br />"Hmmph." She waddled out and he watched her go, holding his breath. Really, he didn't need this. He had to get away. He wanted to go back to New York City. But there was Billy to think about.<br /><br />Naturally, Billy pulled back the covers then and smiled. He took the plate of lintels and ate it without any complaint. Elliot just watched. He felt as he had Big Foot in bed with him. He could only savor the moment wondering just how long this would last before he had to give Billy up.ivyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10081846789891930288noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454914739091230531.post-69058943984972987042009-09-09T01:56:00.005-05:002009-09-09T15:40:44.260-05:00get back to where you're coming fromThey 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.<br /><br />"You aren't chicken shit, you know that." Billy said along the way.<br /><br />"Billy, lets just save our energy, why don't we?" Elliot sighed.<br /><br />"What, you think I'll go off on you?" Billy stopped.<br /><br />"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?"<br /><br />"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.<br /><br />"I think I know a short cut," Elliot said, pulling Billy along with all his strength.<br /><br />"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.<br /><br />"There it is?" He saw the lights over the horizon. It might be another hour, but at least they'd be to Elliot's.<br /><br />Finally, they staggered in. Billy looked around. He'd never been to Elliot's room.<br /><br />"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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />"We could piss together, you know." He shouted to Elliot.<br /><br />"We have to be quiet." Elliot whispered. He stared at Billy. "Shower?"<br /><br />"God, yes," Billy smiled. "You coming?"<br /><br />Elliot let out a sigh then a grin.<br /><br />"Quit being so timid," Billy looked him over. "You know I want you."<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.ivyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10081846789891930288noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454914739091230531.post-44114068028211957322009-09-07T01:33:00.004-05:002009-09-08T23:08:25.681-05:00trippingNaturally, she didn't give them her name, but each got a tab for their tongue.<br /><br />"Feels like a lady bug," Billy squinted a bit.<br /><br />Elliot hesitated feeling he was the one who need to take care Billy, just in case.<br /><br />"You're tripping, man, got that," Billy ordered.<br /><br />Elliot nodded.<br /><br />"Now take your lady but, a man," Billy patted him on the back. Elliot thought he might cough it right up, but it went down, a little scratchy.<br /><br />"Want to look at my art?" She got out little post cards that were no more than index card. There were squiggly lines about them.<br /><br />"It what I've been feeling since I got here." She grinned so openly.<br /><br />"They look like sperms to me," Elliot was serious.<br /><br />"He's an artist," Billy nudged him. "He knows his sperms." Everyone had a good laugh then.<br /><br />"Shall we."<br /><br />Elliot guessed it was time to lay down in the back of the van. He wasn't sure he was ready for another acid trip. One had possibly lasted him a life time. Hadn't it. Of course, it might have easier with out the mud. But who cared. The filthier the better. Right?<br /><br />"Its gonna be good boys. Really, electric. It'll blow your mind." She sounded like a host for a new game show, Elliot smiled. But he wasn't feeling it. Really he wasn't. He could only hope this didn't hit Billy back to Nam.<br /><br />"Jesus, are you sure this stuff is any good?" Billy complained.<br /><br />"Wait for it," she whispered in his ear. "Wait for it."<br /><br />It was then Elliot felt something rise through him like a playful earth quake. He felt giddy and calm at the same time. There were colors and all sorts of angles to a prism going through his brain. It was his happy place. He couldn't stop smiling. He looked over at Billy then. He thought he might have wings or something. Really, it felt as if they were going places even if the van was so still.<br /><br />When Elliot awoke after the endless shades of summer rotating in his head, it was night. And he was sure he'd probably fucked someone. As it was he was sure he had the hard on from hell. He pushed the door open to air out the stench only it wasn't any better outside. But it was raining. Glorious rain.<br /><br />"Come on," he pulled Billy with him. He shook his head in the rain. Billy looked like shit. He had to find his way home or else.ivyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10081846789891930288noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454914739091230531.post-83692329112625911872009-09-04T21:59:00.003-05:002009-09-05T23:33:21.148-05:00out there somewhere.Billy wondered how long they'd been wondering around this sea of people. Where was the music? Did he care?<br /><br />He found some people who had food on a stick. Unfortunately, it was tofu. Billy wasn't sure if he wanted to be a complete hippy yet. Honestly, he knew he had the hair for it. He could be a hippy. He was a hippy, wasn't he?<br /><br />Billy couldn't help but smile when he looked over at Elliot. Now he was some kind of Beetle. Ringo, yeah, his very own Ringo. Except, Elliot was way cuter, and Billy had taken the time to watch him when he could. Naturally, he didn't act like he was watching, but he was. He had.<br /><br />If his brother ever found out, it would be the death of him. He was sure. Well, he'd kick his brother's ass first. Hell, he didn't care what his brother thought of him and Elliot. They were getting the hell out of Dodge.<br /><br />"So where you want to go?" He looked at Elliot.<br /><br />"You said to the showers." Elliot reminded him.<br /><br />"They have showers here?" Billy looked at him puzzled.<br /><br />"Maybe." Elliot winced.<br /><br />"You know, I was kind of thinking of a motel room." Billy gave him an open grin. "Like your room."<br /><br />"Oh." Elliot held in his grin. "I dunno."<br /><br />"We can do it. I'll be real quiet." He bit his bottom lip.<br /><br />"You're not making this easy," Elliot shook his head.<br /><br />"Its cool. It'll be cool." Billy nodded lighting up another cigarette so they could get high again. Just then someone opened their Love In Van.<br /><br />"Hey, you guys need to take a load off, " a blond chick said who was in a makeshift top that might have been a pillowcase at one time. She was barefooted with skimpy cut-off shorts.<br /><br />"Honestly, I was thinking more of a water hose, you know." Billy laughed. "You got one of those?"<br /><br />She shook her head, no. But they set at the back of her van anyway. They really needed to take a load off.ivyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10081846789891930288noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454914739091230531.post-52069832299974467742009-09-04T16:36:00.001-05:002009-09-04T21:59:40.102-05:00billy and elliot<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCj_2YadHGjjbz0a4N4Y3cw6J0xj846hcfdf5ubnH27oFmXGUfLNk6f9NCaDCpYfergVfmCCLar2H5PovrwTwGh-obNIC8X1SYERLrzeyy1UWYbZe8DYKp9lmwPDPsv4mUOs1cHJ7-ecs7/s1600-h/wooguys.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 243px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376553576037701250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCj_2YadHGjjbz0a4N4Y3cw6J0xj846hcfdf5ubnH27oFmXGUfLNk6f9NCaDCpYfergVfmCCLar2H5PovrwTwGh-obNIC8X1SYERLrzeyy1UWYbZe8DYKp9lmwPDPsv4mUOs1cHJ7-ecs7/s400/wooguys.jpg" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"></span></div><div></div><div>"I just thought, maybe I could be in one of your flashback moment, you know." Elliot had left it at that and Billy of course gave him a hard look as if he wasn't suppose to be soft. But he really was. Elliot sensed it.</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Oh, sure, make it almost to the stage, and Billy has to tell Elliot a story about tipping cows and his long lost love.</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>"What was her name?"</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>"I can't remember, exactly." Again there was that fog of Billy's. Something that couldn't be trusted. It wasn't suppose to be trusted. Or so Billy gave him that look as they stood there taking in the scene. All those people. Humid from the rain. The stench of human sweat. Everywhere. </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Finally, Billy lit up to share a smoke with Elliot.</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>"Actually, I don't-" Elliot pushed his hand out as if he wouldn't dare partake in such, yet, wasn't it just yesterday he'd gone on a rather long voyage of an acid trip.</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>"Aw, come on, what stays in Woodstock. Stays, you know." Billy grinned. Elliot kind of smiled and took the smoke as if he really did need to take the edge off. He needed not to think what was waiting for him at home. His parents and well, if all else failed there was that carpenter guy, right? He nodded about that. Man, the dude was giving him all the signals and shit. It would be the right thing. Right? He was on the fence about it. He really was into being a solo act for the most part. A bystander. Sort of like with Billy, watching him reenact his little scenes from the war. Really? Did he want to get involved with this dude? Seriously?</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>He looked over at Billy's bare sunburning skin, and wished he could. A moment maybe. Probably stupid. But just the same. He could think it would be, beautiful. But then again, there Billy went again how he could have a normal life if he hadn't gone over there and shit. But now it was different.</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>"I can't be who I used to be, you know." He sounded so sad. This shit they were smoking was making Elliot sad too. </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Just then a flock of girls in cutoffs and mud for shirts passed by. He could see Billy taking off after them to relive high school perhaps, but he didn't. He breathed in the cigarette instead, giving Elliot a squinted look. He almost laughed then, but bit his bottom lip. Elliot couldn't help but stare.</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>In the midst of the mood and the crowd with the pouring laughter, Elliot felt Billy pull him in. He kissed him madly as if it was time to live. Live right now in Woodstock. His tongue touched his as if this was important for him to know.</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>"I love you, man," Billy said like some sort of joke. With each breath, Elliot sense he knew Billy more than he ever thought he would. The kisses kept coming. Elliot felt so much of Billy's body next to his. He didn't want it to stop.</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>The next thing he knew they were sliding down the mud into the mess down below. Laughing until it hurt. Elliot didn't want it end. They'd slid down together in each others arms. Then made their way up to the top of the hill, carrying each other along the way. Just to do it all over again.</div><div>He'd never been this close to anyone. It was so amazing. Elliot didn't care if he ever went home.</div><div></div><div>Before he knew it, Billy was carrying him on his back through the crowd. They looked like pigs of some kind. Happy to be with each other at Woodstock.</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>"This is just stupid shit," Billy had a good laugh. Was it over already. Elliot pleaded to God, inside his head, not for it to be over. Just yet.</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>"We need a shower." To bad the lake wasn't nearby so they could jump in. Damn, if this was a bad time.</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>"If found one, would you let me fuck you?" Billy wanted to know. Elliot's eyes lit. He got off Billy's back and looked him in the face then. Elliot let a smile slip. </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>"Are you fuck'n high?" Elliot knew he shouldn't believe him.</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>"Possibly," Billy looked slightly dizzy but that was the usual. "Maybe not." His muddy hands touched his face.</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>"You shouldn't talk shit like that," Elliot said. "You know you couldn't possibly mean it."</div><div></div><div>"But I do." He sounded so certain. "I want to be alone with you."</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Elliot let his grin slip again. "Really?"</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Billy nodded. He looked at the sea of people around him. How in the fuck were they ever going to get out of here?</div>ivyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10081846789891930288noreply@blogger.com0