Toy Soldiers: Where We're Going (R)
Summary: What do you mean, Back To The Future isn't a romantic classic?
Notes: For prompt 79, "when?" Smut and silliness herein. Also, timing was with me for a change, so happy birthday, linnpuzzle!
WHERE WE'RE GOING
*
When Joey came back with the pop, Billy was kneeling in front of the video cabinet, head tilted. Checking out what they had, probably -- he'd suggested watching a movie right before going to get the pop. "It's on the table," Joey said, and put Billy's glass down.
"Thanks," Billy said without looking around, then, "I didn't know you liked old movies."
"Nah. Those were mostly my mom's."
It came out more easily than he'd expected. He took a swallow of his Coke and caught Billy looking over his shoulder, studying him as intently as if Joey were one of the movies on offer. Billy didn't apologize, just leaned back and grabbed his glass and said, "So are any of them any good?"
"Some of 'em, yeah. But we don't have to watch them -- I mean, we've got more recent stuff, too."
"Yeah, carefully hidden."
Joey ducked his head, unable to help grinning at the muttered comment. But Billy had turned back to the video cabinet when he looked up again, and was running his finger along the tapes. "Casablanca," he read out. "Top Hat. Everything Disney ever made -- oh, hey, cool, you have Robin Hood!" He pulled that out and set it on the floor by his feet, then leaned forward again. "Indiana Jones, High Noon...Back To The Future -- did you see part three?"
"No shit," Joey said. "I think it's still playing at the dollar theater down the street." He'd seen it when they drove past on the way here.
"Really?" Billy pulled Back To The Future off the shelf and hefted it in one hand. "You know, if they had part two still in theaters --"
"It's been a year," Joey pointed out.
"I know. Just thinking." Billy stood up abruptly. "On the other hand, part two kind of sucked, so we could probably skip it and go straight from the original to the third part, if we wanted."
"It did not suck."
"It took a really cool movie --" Billy gestured with the video in his hand, "-- and then thought too much about it."
"Yeah, but it all makes sense."
"It makes sense, it just makes things more complicated than they need to be."
"Coming from the guy who wanted to switch the dean's tea to decaf just so he could sneak into his office--"
"Hey, that wasn't complicated at all! Where's the VCR?"
"Over there under the TV. Want popcorn?"
"Nah, I'm good. Still got the soda."
It took a while to actually settle in, even without starting popcorn. At first, they both sprawled on the couch, but it wasn't quite long enough for them both to sprawl without kicking each other. Around the time the credits ended and Marty pushed open Doc's door on the TV screen, Billy sat up. "Screw this," he said. "Maybe if we were on the floor..."
"You can if you want to," Joey said, and threw a pillow at him. "I'm staying up here."
"Whatever," Billy said, and slid down onto the floor. "Toss me another pillow, will you?"
Joey did so as Marty flipped a dozen switches, then settled back to watch Marty blow himself across the room with a strum of his guitar. Who the fuck wanted to do that kind of stuff? Count down to phone ringing, three, two, one...
"...don't forget, now. One fifteen AM, Twin Pines Mall."
"Right." Then the clocks went off, and Marty winced back as Doc yelled in his ear about getting all his clocks aligned at twenty-five minutes slow. "Wait a minute -- wait a minute, Doc, are you telling me that it's eight twenty-five?"
"No shit," Joey muttered, not looking at Billy.
"Damn! I'm late for school!" And on-screen, Marty slammed the phone down and took off on his skateboard.
Billy grabbed one of his pillows and whacked Joey's leg with it.
"Hey!"
"Stop laughing," Billy said, when Joey hadn't been. Smirking, maybe. "I'm not that bad."
"You slept through your alarm and three classes," Joey pointed out, completely failing to stifle his grin.
"I'd been up until 3 AM!"
"You were up until 4 the night before you took the placement tests."
"Those were tests," Billy said, as if that was obvious -- and maybe it was. "Besides, you woke me up for those, and you're better at it than the alarm."
Joey leaned forward and punched him lightly on the arm. "I'm flattered."
"What can I say? You're worth waking up for. I'm out of soda, you want any more?"
"Uh..." Soda. He still had half his glass full. "No. No, I'm good."
Jesus. Billy had -- fuck, what had Billy said? Marty was running around, getting in trouble with the principle, playing his guitar again, and it might as well have been Alice in Wonderland, because 'worth waking up for'?
Joey swung his feet down off the couch, folded his arms over his chest, and tried to pretend he was still paying attention to the movie.
Billy came back in just as the fund-raising lady interrupted Marty and Jennifer's kiss. "Did I miss anything important?"
"Nah," Joey said automatically, then remembered. "Hey, I thought you saw this movie!"
"Yeah, in the theater. It's been a while." Billy flopped down on the couch next to Joey, ignoring the pillows still on the ground. He didn't have any soda. Huey Lewis sang about the power of love in the background.
Joey took a deep breath, and uncrossed his arms. He should do something. Say something. Except everything he could think of to say sounded stupid, and even if Billy was flirting with him, or whatever the fuck 'worth waking up for' translated into, leaning over and kissing him was -- was -- okay, it was tempting, but it was just as stupid. Billy wasn't looking at him, just watching the TV as if Biff being a total jerk was the most fascinating thing ever.
The scene changed to dinner with the McFly family, and Billy said quietly, "Oh, shit."
"What?" Joey looked around for the remote so he could pause the movie. Maybe Billy had forgotten something. Okay, no, but it was better than fucking panicking. There, right on the couch arm --
Billy's hand came down on his. "Not the movie. Look, I didn't mean to freak you out."
"I'm not freaked out."
"Yeah, right." Billy let go again. He was sitting up really straight, completely ignoring the movie. "I wasn't -- you're my friend."
"So you don't want to --" Shit, shit, this was so fucked up, "--to wake me up?" In the background, Marty's sister was whining about how am I supposed to ever meet anybody? Stupid fucking dramatic irony.
Long pause. Then Billy smiled, just a little, and said, "If you want to be woken up."
He turned around again and slouched back comfortably against the couch, leaving Joey to stare at him. Jesus, Billy, I was going to try to drop a hint, not throw a grenade. But if Billy was gonna be like that, there was no point in hesitating or fooling around with hints.
"Billy," he said, and maybe there was something in his voice, or maybe Billy had been expecting it after throwing his grenade, who the fuck knew, but Billy turned to look at him so when Joey leaned over, he kissed Billy on the lips and not on the cheek or the neck.
That one was quick. Then Billy made a surprised noise, and shifted on the couch again, so when Joey leaned in a second time, Billy kissed him back. Joey's head felt like it was going to spin off. Another kiss, and another, tasting Billy's mouth.
Billy was the one who broke it off. "Jesus --" He was breathing fast, and when Joey tried to sit back further, he grabbed Joey's arm so he couldn't. "Jesus," he repeated.
"What?" Joey tried not to grin like a lunatic. He wasn't sure if he succeeded or not.
"What do you think?" Billy shook his head and kind of laughed. "I thought I was gonna hint around some, maybe lead up --" He leaned forward and kissed Joey quickly, "-- to something the last night I was here."
"You had this all planned out?" On the screen, Doc Brown looked smug: If my calculations are correct, when this baby hits 88 miles per hour, you're going to see some serious shit.
"Oh, yeah, sure -- for fuck's sake, I was pretty sure you weren't gonna punch me in the face for making a move, but I wanted to take it slow, okay?"
Except then he'd seen an opportunity and gone for it. "Okay," Joey said, and gave up on trying not to grin. "Except you don't have to take it slow." He slid back over so he was practically on top of Billy, then kissed him again.
"Joey --"
"Mmm?"
"Joey, we're -- ummm -- on the couch -- mmph -- in your living room."
And ignoring Back to the Future on the TV. What was Billy's point? His dad was gone for the day, the housekeeper was on the far side of the house from them, nobody else could even get into the house without setting off all kinds of alarms. "We're alone," Joey reminded him.
"For now." Billy sat up and ran a hand through his hair. He was all flushed and even more out of breath than before. "Look, I'm not saying this to be a cocktease --" Joey must've looked startled, or worried, or something, because Billy looked him straight in the eye, took Joey's hand, and pressed it against a fairly impressive erection under Billy's jeans. "I'm not," he repeated firmly. "I'll give you the hand job of a fucking lifetime in a minute, just let me finish, okay?"
"Sure." If his brains didn't start leaking out his ears because Billy kept changing the plan, if there was a plan any more.
"Joey." Billy's hands came to rest on his waist, and he looked up and met Billy's eyes. "It's -- I want you. I want this. I just -- I want this to be something that doesn't have to be rushed. Like it's not just fucking around. Like it's real, because it is real."
His chest hurt. Of course it's real,, Joey wanted to say, I was gonna say something even if you didn't. But when he opened his mouth, what came out was, "...of a lifetime?"
"Jesus, I'm trying to be romantic, here!" But Billy was laughing when he said it. He grabbed a pillow and whacked Joey with it. "Yes, of a lifetime. I've got enough fucking practice from dreaming about you."
"Yeah, real romantic," Joey said, and ducked another swing of the pillow, grabbing it just in time. "Billy, I know. I know it's real, I know it's -- it's important, because you're important." Shit. Why couldn't he think of what to say? He opened his mouth again, then shut it, feeling like an idiot.
"I know," Billy said softly, and kissed him again.
It wasn't the handjob of a lifetime. At least Joey hoped not. Billy unzipped his jeans, and reached inside, quiet now that they were actually doing this. Joey helped push his jeans and boxers down to mid-thigh. Then Billy closed his hand around Joey's erection, and kissed him again, and moved his hand, and Joey imagined Billy doing this to himself on the bunk back at Regis --
Oh shit. This was fucking embarassing.
He moved before Billy could laugh or smile or do anything, reached over and unzipped Billy's jeans. Billy gasped, something strangled that might've been trying to be Joey's name, and blindly reached out for Joey's arm. He lasted maybe as long as Joey had.
Wait a minute, wait a minute. Doc. On the TV, Marty stumbled over to Doc Brown. Are you telling me that you built a time machine out of a DeLorean?
"Tissues," Billy said. He looked over at the TV, then back to Joey, and leaned down and kissed Joey one more time. "Next time, we need tissues. And maybe a different movie."
"Could've been worse," Joey pointed out. He was sticky, but he didn't really care. They'd find napkins or something. "Could've been Robin Hood."
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Notes: For prompt 79, "when?" Smut and silliness herein. Also, timing was with me for a change, so happy birthday, linnpuzzle!
WHERE WE'RE GOING
*
When Joey came back with the pop, Billy was kneeling in front of the video cabinet, head tilted. Checking out what they had, probably -- he'd suggested watching a movie right before going to get the pop. "It's on the table," Joey said, and put Billy's glass down.
"Thanks," Billy said without looking around, then, "I didn't know you liked old movies."
"Nah. Those were mostly my mom's."
It came out more easily than he'd expected. He took a swallow of his Coke and caught Billy looking over his shoulder, studying him as intently as if Joey were one of the movies on offer. Billy didn't apologize, just leaned back and grabbed his glass and said, "So are any of them any good?"
"Some of 'em, yeah. But we don't have to watch them -- I mean, we've got more recent stuff, too."
"Yeah, carefully hidden."
Joey ducked his head, unable to help grinning at the muttered comment. But Billy had turned back to the video cabinet when he looked up again, and was running his finger along the tapes. "Casablanca," he read out. "Top Hat. Everything Disney ever made -- oh, hey, cool, you have Robin Hood!" He pulled that out and set it on the floor by his feet, then leaned forward again. "Indiana Jones, High Noon...Back To The Future -- did you see part three?"
"No shit," Joey said. "I think it's still playing at the dollar theater down the street." He'd seen it when they drove past on the way here.
"Really?" Billy pulled Back To The Future off the shelf and hefted it in one hand. "You know, if they had part two still in theaters --"
"It's been a year," Joey pointed out.
"I know. Just thinking." Billy stood up abruptly. "On the other hand, part two kind of sucked, so we could probably skip it and go straight from the original to the third part, if we wanted."
"It did not suck."
"It took a really cool movie --" Billy gestured with the video in his hand, "-- and then thought too much about it."
"Yeah, but it all makes sense."
"It makes sense, it just makes things more complicated than they need to be."
"Coming from the guy who wanted to switch the dean's tea to decaf just so he could sneak into his office--"
"Hey, that wasn't complicated at all! Where's the VCR?"
"Over there under the TV. Want popcorn?"
"Nah, I'm good. Still got the soda."
It took a while to actually settle in, even without starting popcorn. At first, they both sprawled on the couch, but it wasn't quite long enough for them both to sprawl without kicking each other. Around the time the credits ended and Marty pushed open Doc's door on the TV screen, Billy sat up. "Screw this," he said. "Maybe if we were on the floor..."
"You can if you want to," Joey said, and threw a pillow at him. "I'm staying up here."
"Whatever," Billy said, and slid down onto the floor. "Toss me another pillow, will you?"
Joey did so as Marty flipped a dozen switches, then settled back to watch Marty blow himself across the room with a strum of his guitar. Who the fuck wanted to do that kind of stuff? Count down to phone ringing, three, two, one...
"...don't forget, now. One fifteen AM, Twin Pines Mall."
"Right." Then the clocks went off, and Marty winced back as Doc yelled in his ear about getting all his clocks aligned at twenty-five minutes slow. "Wait a minute -- wait a minute, Doc, are you telling me that it's eight twenty-five?"
"No shit," Joey muttered, not looking at Billy.
"Damn! I'm late for school!" And on-screen, Marty slammed the phone down and took off on his skateboard.
Billy grabbed one of his pillows and whacked Joey's leg with it.
"Hey!"
"Stop laughing," Billy said, when Joey hadn't been. Smirking, maybe. "I'm not that bad."
"You slept through your alarm and three classes," Joey pointed out, completely failing to stifle his grin.
"I'd been up until 3 AM!"
"You were up until 4 the night before you took the placement tests."
"Those were tests," Billy said, as if that was obvious -- and maybe it was. "Besides, you woke me up for those, and you're better at it than the alarm."
Joey leaned forward and punched him lightly on the arm. "I'm flattered."
"What can I say? You're worth waking up for. I'm out of soda, you want any more?"
"Uh..." Soda. He still had half his glass full. "No. No, I'm good."
Jesus. Billy had -- fuck, what had Billy said? Marty was running around, getting in trouble with the principle, playing his guitar again, and it might as well have been Alice in Wonderland, because 'worth waking up for'?
Joey swung his feet down off the couch, folded his arms over his chest, and tried to pretend he was still paying attention to the movie.
Billy came back in just as the fund-raising lady interrupted Marty and Jennifer's kiss. "Did I miss anything important?"
"Nah," Joey said automatically, then remembered. "Hey, I thought you saw this movie!"
"Yeah, in the theater. It's been a while." Billy flopped down on the couch next to Joey, ignoring the pillows still on the ground. He didn't have any soda. Huey Lewis sang about the power of love in the background.
Joey took a deep breath, and uncrossed his arms. He should do something. Say something. Except everything he could think of to say sounded stupid, and even if Billy was flirting with him, or whatever the fuck 'worth waking up for' translated into, leaning over and kissing him was -- was -- okay, it was tempting, but it was just as stupid. Billy wasn't looking at him, just watching the TV as if Biff being a total jerk was the most fascinating thing ever.
The scene changed to dinner with the McFly family, and Billy said quietly, "Oh, shit."
"What?" Joey looked around for the remote so he could pause the movie. Maybe Billy had forgotten something. Okay, no, but it was better than fucking panicking. There, right on the couch arm --
Billy's hand came down on his. "Not the movie. Look, I didn't mean to freak you out."
"I'm not freaked out."
"Yeah, right." Billy let go again. He was sitting up really straight, completely ignoring the movie. "I wasn't -- you're my friend."
"So you don't want to --" Shit, shit, this was so fucked up, "--to wake me up?" In the background, Marty's sister was whining about how am I supposed to ever meet anybody? Stupid fucking dramatic irony.
Long pause. Then Billy smiled, just a little, and said, "If you want to be woken up."
He turned around again and slouched back comfortably against the couch, leaving Joey to stare at him. Jesus, Billy, I was going to try to drop a hint, not throw a grenade. But if Billy was gonna be like that, there was no point in hesitating or fooling around with hints.
"Billy," he said, and maybe there was something in his voice, or maybe Billy had been expecting it after throwing his grenade, who the fuck knew, but Billy turned to look at him so when Joey leaned over, he kissed Billy on the lips and not on the cheek or the neck.
That one was quick. Then Billy made a surprised noise, and shifted on the couch again, so when Joey leaned in a second time, Billy kissed him back. Joey's head felt like it was going to spin off. Another kiss, and another, tasting Billy's mouth.
Billy was the one who broke it off. "Jesus --" He was breathing fast, and when Joey tried to sit back further, he grabbed Joey's arm so he couldn't. "Jesus," he repeated.
"What?" Joey tried not to grin like a lunatic. He wasn't sure if he succeeded or not.
"What do you think?" Billy shook his head and kind of laughed. "I thought I was gonna hint around some, maybe lead up --" He leaned forward and kissed Joey quickly, "-- to something the last night I was here."
"You had this all planned out?" On the screen, Doc Brown looked smug: If my calculations are correct, when this baby hits 88 miles per hour, you're going to see some serious shit.
"Oh, yeah, sure -- for fuck's sake, I was pretty sure you weren't gonna punch me in the face for making a move, but I wanted to take it slow, okay?"
Except then he'd seen an opportunity and gone for it. "Okay," Joey said, and gave up on trying not to grin. "Except you don't have to take it slow." He slid back over so he was practically on top of Billy, then kissed him again.
"Joey --"
"Mmm?"
"Joey, we're -- ummm -- on the couch -- mmph -- in your living room."
And ignoring Back to the Future on the TV. What was Billy's point? His dad was gone for the day, the housekeeper was on the far side of the house from them, nobody else could even get into the house without setting off all kinds of alarms. "We're alone," Joey reminded him.
"For now." Billy sat up and ran a hand through his hair. He was all flushed and even more out of breath than before. "Look, I'm not saying this to be a cocktease --" Joey must've looked startled, or worried, or something, because Billy looked him straight in the eye, took Joey's hand, and pressed it against a fairly impressive erection under Billy's jeans. "I'm not," he repeated firmly. "I'll give you the hand job of a fucking lifetime in a minute, just let me finish, okay?"
"Sure." If his brains didn't start leaking out his ears because Billy kept changing the plan, if there was a plan any more.
"Joey." Billy's hands came to rest on his waist, and he looked up and met Billy's eyes. "It's -- I want you. I want this. I just -- I want this to be something that doesn't have to be rushed. Like it's not just fucking around. Like it's real, because it is real."
His chest hurt. Of course it's real,, Joey wanted to say, I was gonna say something even if you didn't. But when he opened his mouth, what came out was, "...of a lifetime?"
"Jesus, I'm trying to be romantic, here!" But Billy was laughing when he said it. He grabbed a pillow and whacked Joey with it. "Yes, of a lifetime. I've got enough fucking practice from dreaming about you."
"Yeah, real romantic," Joey said, and ducked another swing of the pillow, grabbing it just in time. "Billy, I know. I know it's real, I know it's -- it's important, because you're important." Shit. Why couldn't he think of what to say? He opened his mouth again, then shut it, feeling like an idiot.
"I know," Billy said softly, and kissed him again.
It wasn't the handjob of a lifetime. At least Joey hoped not. Billy unzipped his jeans, and reached inside, quiet now that they were actually doing this. Joey helped push his jeans and boxers down to mid-thigh. Then Billy closed his hand around Joey's erection, and kissed him again, and moved his hand, and Joey imagined Billy doing this to himself on the bunk back at Regis --
Oh shit. This was fucking embarassing.
He moved before Billy could laugh or smile or do anything, reached over and unzipped Billy's jeans. Billy gasped, something strangled that might've been trying to be Joey's name, and blindly reached out for Joey's arm. He lasted maybe as long as Joey had.
Wait a minute, wait a minute. Doc. On the TV, Marty stumbled over to Doc Brown. Are you telling me that you built a time machine out of a DeLorean?
"Tissues," Billy said. He looked over at the TV, then back to Joey, and leaned down and kissed Joey one more time. "Next time, we need tissues. And maybe a different movie."
"Could've been worse," Joey pointed out. He was sticky, but he didn't really care. They'd find napkins or something. "Could've been Robin Hood."
-end-