New fic- 'parched'
This is written for meresy 's porn tag.
Title: Parched
Fandom: Hard Core Logo
Pairing: Joe/girl! Billy, brief girl!Billy/OMC
Length: 1000 words
Notes: 3 summers, growing up
14
Summer, and her knees are skinned again. The sun shines all day and the evenings slide into nights with the cool slide of cold water down her throat. She plays down by the stream, stays out as late as she wants. Her parents are too busy fighting to worry about her. Joe's there, of course, always there. Sometimes he pushes her, punches her, seemingly just to see what she does, sometimes he gives her a flower, or a can of soda, sweet and sticky. Sometimes he has a black eye and avoids looking at her. Billieandjoe.
She's fourteen, and it feels like everything's changing, swirling into different patterns that leave her confused, leave her hot and sticky at night- and one night with reddened thighs that made her ma ruffle her short hair and stroke her back they watched infomercials, her ma with a fond expression that somehow left her feeling bleak and confused. She's taller than Joe, and he resents it a bit, in a way that makes him sneer and say 'nice tits' sometimes. He quits when she nearly drowns him, holding his head under the water in the deepest part of the stream, waiting enough time to scare him. Something restful about measuring how his struggles decreased.
15
Her ma has a new boyfriend, and she doesn't really go home much anymore. One of her friends, Teddy, has a basement and he lets her play in it, lets her store her guitar there. She likes Teddy- he's 23, and has a crooked smile and brown hair that flops over one eye. He plays a gut string guitar, seems to play every style possible, even bluegrass. His fingers are long and tanned, capable looking, and sometimes she stares at the calluses on them, an odd weight settling behind her navel. She has calluses, too, that graze across her clit as she thinks about him, late at night when the house is silent save for the gasps she can't contain.
Joe hates Teddy, hates everything about him. It might be this that means that Billie, furious from yet another stupid fight with him, kisses Teddy, too angry to worry about doing it right, pushes him back until he's on the ratty old couch and straddles him, determined to take this out on someone. She wants to see how far her anger will take them both. The grass is dry outside, parched ground covered in dust that gets on her shoes and clothes; the land seems tense, as if waiting for the flame that burns it all, or the rain that saves it. She feels like she'll catch fire soon, feverish. Teddy kisses back, hand warm on the back of her neck. He tastes a little of whiskey, and seems hesitant to touch her anywhere else. "Please," she whispers, and he looks at her, expression oddly stern.
"You're too young. Mulgrew'd kill me," he says, and something in her snaps, makes her lash out at him. She gets one decent punch to his jaw, one to his stomach, then he pins her down, hands around her wrists, his full weight on her so she's trapped, caged, and he stays like that, just watching her, keeping her still. She breathes, watches the sun shine through the grimy window and pretends she isn't falling apart.
16
They fuck on a mattress as flies buzz around the fan. It's hot, the air heavy with promise of an impending storm. She's sticky with the sweat that runs down her forehead, between her breasts. Joe's taller than her now, a heavy threatening bulk that she pushes out against every chance she gets. His fingers are thick and strong, curling inside her, drawing helpless whimpers from her, his other arm across her stomach so she can't move. He presses his tongue to her clit with no buildup or teasing, and she cries out, tries to move away. His laugh is husky, cruel, eyes bright as he looks up at her. She bites her lip and he goes back to pressing, fingers moving in short, sharp thrusts, forcing her orgasm out of her with knowledge of every part of her but no gentleness. She arches back and cries out, light bright behind her eyes.
"Slut," he says, grinning like a wolf, lips slick with her, reddened. She smiles, sweet.
"Who's the one with all the diseases?"
They fuck other people, always have. Only time Joe cares is when she likes them. She doesn't worry about that at all.
She's still shaking from coming when he rolls the condom onto his dick, pushes into her smooth and sweet. She's too sensitive still; it's almost painful but she knows he won't listen if she complains. She wraps her legs around his waist instead, drags her nails down his back and bites him wherever she can, pays pain for pain.
She only kisses him when he's about to come, when his body tenses and the look in his eyes is something like fear, something that makes her ache in her chest. He tastes of her. He comes silently, but his breath afterwards is harsh, the only sound, save for the whirring of the fan. He rolls off her and they lie there staring at the ceiling. "Storm soon," he says. She curls into him so their bodies stick together and she can hear his heartbeat. She wants to tell him about the sweet ache in her chest, how she learnt a new chord today, wants to show him everything, a thousand different things, none of them true. She stays quiet and waits for the rain to hit the ground.
Title: Parched
Fandom: Hard Core Logo
Pairing: Joe/girl! Billy, brief girl!Billy/OMC
Length: 1000 words
Notes: 3 summers, growing up
14
Summer, and her knees are skinned again. The sun shines all day and the evenings slide into nights with the cool slide of cold water down her throat. She plays down by the stream, stays out as late as she wants. Her parents are too busy fighting to worry about her. Joe's there, of course, always there. Sometimes he pushes her, punches her, seemingly just to see what she does, sometimes he gives her a flower, or a can of soda, sweet and sticky. Sometimes he has a black eye and avoids looking at her. Billieandjoe.
She's fourteen, and it feels like everything's changing, swirling into different patterns that leave her confused, leave her hot and sticky at night- and one night with reddened thighs that made her ma ruffle her short hair and stroke her back they watched infomercials, her ma with a fond expression that somehow left her feeling bleak and confused. She's taller than Joe, and he resents it a bit, in a way that makes him sneer and say 'nice tits' sometimes. He quits when she nearly drowns him, holding his head under the water in the deepest part of the stream, waiting enough time to scare him. Something restful about measuring how his struggles decreased.
15
Her ma has a new boyfriend, and she doesn't really go home much anymore. One of her friends, Teddy, has a basement and he lets her play in it, lets her store her guitar there. She likes Teddy- he's 23, and has a crooked smile and brown hair that flops over one eye. He plays a gut string guitar, seems to play every style possible, even bluegrass. His fingers are long and tanned, capable looking, and sometimes she stares at the calluses on them, an odd weight settling behind her navel. She has calluses, too, that graze across her clit as she thinks about him, late at night when the house is silent save for the gasps she can't contain.
Joe hates Teddy, hates everything about him. It might be this that means that Billie, furious from yet another stupid fight with him, kisses Teddy, too angry to worry about doing it right, pushes him back until he's on the ratty old couch and straddles him, determined to take this out on someone. She wants to see how far her anger will take them both. The grass is dry outside, parched ground covered in dust that gets on her shoes and clothes; the land seems tense, as if waiting for the flame that burns it all, or the rain that saves it. She feels like she'll catch fire soon, feverish. Teddy kisses back, hand warm on the back of her neck. He tastes a little of whiskey, and seems hesitant to touch her anywhere else. "Please," she whispers, and he looks at her, expression oddly stern.
"You're too young. Mulgrew'd kill me," he says, and something in her snaps, makes her lash out at him. She gets one decent punch to his jaw, one to his stomach, then he pins her down, hands around her wrists, his full weight on her so she's trapped, caged, and he stays like that, just watching her, keeping her still. She breathes, watches the sun shine through the grimy window and pretends she isn't falling apart.
16
They fuck on a mattress as flies buzz around the fan. It's hot, the air heavy with promise of an impending storm. She's sticky with the sweat that runs down her forehead, between her breasts. Joe's taller than her now, a heavy threatening bulk that she pushes out against every chance she gets. His fingers are thick and strong, curling inside her, drawing helpless whimpers from her, his other arm across her stomach so she can't move. He presses his tongue to her clit with no buildup or teasing, and she cries out, tries to move away. His laugh is husky, cruel, eyes bright as he looks up at her. She bites her lip and he goes back to pressing, fingers moving in short, sharp thrusts, forcing her orgasm out of her with knowledge of every part of her but no gentleness. She arches back and cries out, light bright behind her eyes.
"Slut," he says, grinning like a wolf, lips slick with her, reddened. She smiles, sweet.
"Who's the one with all the diseases?"
They fuck other people, always have. Only time Joe cares is when she likes them. She doesn't worry about that at all.
She's still shaking from coming when he rolls the condom onto his dick, pushes into her smooth and sweet. She's too sensitive still; it's almost painful but she knows he won't listen if she complains. She wraps her legs around his waist instead, drags her nails down his back and bites him wherever she can, pays pain for pain.
She only kisses him when he's about to come, when his body tenses and the look in his eyes is something like fear, something that makes her ache in her chest. He tastes of her. He comes silently, but his breath afterwards is harsh, the only sound, save for the whirring of the fan. He rolls off her and they lie there staring at the ceiling. "Storm soon," he says. She curls into him so their bodies stick together and she can hear his heartbeat. She wants to tell him about the sweet ache in her chest, how she learnt a new chord today, wants to show him everything, a thousand different things, none of them true. She stays quiet and waits for the rain to hit the ground.