for AuKestrel: "Waking Up Tired" (Buried on Sunday)

[midsummer_fic]

Title: Waking Up Tired
Author: aerye
Recipient: aukestrel
Fandom: Buried on Sunday/Hard Core Logo

Many thanks to Kat Allison, even if she did make me rewrite the story. She provided exemplary beta services, and when I say she made this story infinitely better--really, y’all have no fucking idea.

Thank you to Lynn, who beta'd an earlier, happier draft. All of

Comments

[lynnmonster]

*blinks*

Wow, I really love this and what you've done with it, my god.

[aukestrel]

OMG. Poor, poor Gus.

*sobs*

[aukestrel]

Well, one of the *things* about HCL that so many people don't get is that Billy *is* a fucker. He's just not the 'in your face' fucker Joe Dick is. I am always fond of pointing out that Billy stayed with Joe for 13 years. Sure, it wasn't my ideal relationship, but it was a relationship that they both got something from.

But poor Gus...

*sobs afresh*

Not that sobbing and sadness are bad things... not when someone gets Billy the way you do.

[sam80853]

It was Billy, leaning up against the door jam as if he belonged there, looking just like he did the first time Gus saw him, blond and black and blue. The long coat he wore was buttoned from neck to knee, and the tails flapped and fluttered in the strong morning breeze. He had a couple of scarves around his neck, wrapped up almost to his ears, and a cowboy hat on his head that obeyed different laws of physics--barely tipping in the strong wind. His hands were jammed in his pockets and he had one foot behind him, boot resting on the clapboard wall, balancing himself as he leaned back. He was smoking a cigarette, and blowing the smoke out the side of his mouth. His head was tilted back and his eyes were closed, and he was smiling like he was dreaming, but Gus knew Billy knew he was there, and knew that Gus was looking, and Billy opened his eyes, and turned, and smiled.

OMG!

::dies::

He imagined the bed dipping and the warmth of a body that wasn’t there, and he rolled into sweet arms that wrapped tight around him.

Poor Gus ::wipes a

[akite]

Poor Gus! This was so sad, yet so hot.

[proserpina_kore]

*Sob*

Oh, this is wonderful.

*Sob*