Summer memory
Write about a memory of summer.
He remembers bleeding.
They're thirteen or maybe fourteen and Billy's stolen a couple of beers from his mom -- not that she'll notice they're gone, she's too wasted most of the time to notice anything, really -- and they're in cans, not bottles. Joe's dad only ever drinks his beer out of a bottle and his mom just drinks vodka, lots and lots of vodka, so he's not really used to seeing beer in a can. Billy gives him one and then hoards the other three, saying Joe will get his next one only if he's nice and only if he stops flaunting his fucking rich boy 'I only know beer in a bottle' bullshit. Joe agrees with a snort and cracks his first beer.
They sit in Joe's backyard as the sun sets and Joe says, it's been a nice fucking summer, which makes Billy laugh, even though it's true. They kissed for the first time in June -- so they must be fourteen, they must be -- and they started fooling around in July. By August Joe has Billy naked under a blanket in his basement, his mouth sealed tightly over his cock and Billy's moaning and squirming and Joe thinks he's never seen someone give themselves over to a feeling so completely and he decides he wants to be like that. So when Billy laughs, Joe reaches over and twists his nipple roughly, just to commit to his initial reaction.
It's been a nice fucking summer, he insists and Billy, after he's recovered from the damage to his nipple, lays his hand on Joe's leg and says, yeah, Joe, it's been a nice fucking summer.
I want to rule the world, Joe says, but he wants to rule it on his own terms. He wants to rule the underworld, the scum, the people who'll look at him and Billy and see leaders, not fuck ups. Billy snorts with laughter again and Joe gets to his feet, a little wobbly already, then begins to walk backwards, pointing at Billy with his beer. It's almost done, but he uses it to gesture dramatically as he delivers a hell of a speech. A speech worthy of Presidency, Billy says and Joe has to remind him that they live in Canada. Billy grins and tells him that it's a speech too good for becoming the Prime Minister, so they better work on their citizenship.
Gimme another beer, Joe demands and Billy throws the can without thinking. It hits Joe square in the mouth and when he doubles over and starts to spit out blood, he's surprised there aren't any teeth falling out as well. Billy's laughing and say, oh shit, are you okay? Joe wants to punch him for laughing, but he wants to hold him down and kiss him for asking if Joe's okay and he spits again, laughing through the blood. His nose is bleeding a bit, but mostly it's his lip where his teeth cut through the skin and he turns it down so Billy can see.
Billy, the fucking doctor, decides he's okay. No stiches needed, just more beer. When they sit down again, a towel held to Joe's mouth, Billy doesn't push him away when he leans against him. Joe whines that it hurts and Billy leans in just long enough to brush a kiss over Joe's jaw. They fall silent for a long moment until Joe says again, it's been a nice fucking summer, Billiam.
And Billy agrees.
He remembers bleeding.
They're thirteen or maybe fourteen and Billy's stolen a couple of beers from his mom -- not that she'll notice they're gone, she's too wasted most of the time to notice anything, really -- and they're in cans, not bottles. Joe's dad only ever drinks his beer out of a bottle and his mom just drinks vodka, lots and lots of vodka, so he's not really used to seeing beer in a can. Billy gives him one and then hoards the other three, saying Joe will get his next one only if he's nice and only if he stops flaunting his fucking rich boy 'I only know beer in a bottle' bullshit. Joe agrees with a snort and cracks his first beer.
They sit in Joe's backyard as the sun sets and Joe says, it's been a nice fucking summer, which makes Billy laugh, even though it's true. They kissed for the first time in June -- so they must be fourteen, they must be -- and they started fooling around in July. By August Joe has Billy naked under a blanket in his basement, his mouth sealed tightly over his cock and Billy's moaning and squirming and Joe thinks he's never seen someone give themselves over to a feeling so completely and he decides he wants to be like that. So when Billy laughs, Joe reaches over and twists his nipple roughly, just to commit to his initial reaction.
It's been a nice fucking summer, he insists and Billy, after he's recovered from the damage to his nipple, lays his hand on Joe's leg and says, yeah, Joe, it's been a nice fucking summer.
I want to rule the world, Joe says, but he wants to rule it on his own terms. He wants to rule the underworld, the scum, the people who'll look at him and Billy and see leaders, not fuck ups. Billy snorts with laughter again and Joe gets to his feet, a little wobbly already, then begins to walk backwards, pointing at Billy with his beer. It's almost done, but he uses it to gesture dramatically as he delivers a hell of a speech. A speech worthy of Presidency, Billy says and Joe has to remind him that they live in Canada. Billy grins and tells him that it's a speech too good for becoming the Prime Minister, so they better work on their citizenship.
Gimme another beer, Joe demands and Billy throws the can without thinking. It hits Joe square in the mouth and when he doubles over and starts to spit out blood, he's surprised there aren't any teeth falling out as well. Billy's laughing and say, oh shit, are you okay? Joe wants to punch him for laughing, but he wants to hold him down and kiss him for asking if Joe's okay and he spits again, laughing through the blood. His nose is bleeding a bit, but mostly it's his lip where his teeth cut through the skin and he turns it down so Billy can see.
Billy, the fucking doctor, decides he's okay. No stiches needed, just more beer. When they sit down again, a towel held to Joe's mouth, Billy doesn't push him away when he leans against him. Joe whines that it hurts and Billy leans in just long enough to brush a kiss over Joe's jaw. They fall silent for a long moment until Joe says again, it's been a nice fucking summer, Billiam.
And Billy agrees.