FIC: Sunset Ave (17/?)
Title: Sunset Ave. (17/?)
Fandom: The Green Mile AU
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Billy/Percy
Rating: M
Disclaimer: I don't own either Billy nor Percy, just the plot and everyone else in it.
Sunset Ave.
Chapter Seventeen
Leaving
William Wharton had never really left home; during his childhood, he’d run away countless times and during his teenage years, he’d stay over at girl’s houses when their father’s didn’t know and play the whole night. But, this was the first time he’d well and truly left.
He was leaving the farm. And he wasn’t sure if he was ever going to be coming back. Percy came with him to collect his things. At least he had Percy, he thought as he threw his things into a worn sack and hauling it over his shoulder. He grabbed the shot-gun that had been on his wall and handed it to Percy.
Billy left the mostly empty bedroom and passed another door. He peered inside, and then moved over to the wooden crib where Marianne was sleeping. She was barely a year old, white blond ringlets sprayed out on the mattress around her head. Her fists were clenched, pouting in her sleep.
Billy’s lip curled; she was so fucking small and precious. He just wanted to hurt her, let her know that life wasn’t some amazing thing. That it was shit and it kicked shit into your face every single day until you can’t handle it anymore.
He wanted to let her feel pain, wanted to dirty up her pure white glow that she seemed to have, like some fucking angel his momma doted on.
‘Billy?’ Percy stood in the doorway with a frown. Billy stared at Marianne, before turning and leaving the room without another word. She was too fucking innocent and the real world was going to be a slap in the face when it came to it.
‘Where yer goin?’ It was Rob. He came out his room and followed them down the stairs. ‘Billy? Where yer goin? Yer leavin?’
‘Yeah, I’m leavin.’
Robbie didn’t say anything for a moment, not sure if he was pleased by this news or not. ‘Yer not comin back?’
‘No. Probably not.’
‘Is Percy goin too?’
‘Yeah.’
Rob studied them for another moment and then stepped forward, wrapping his arms around Wharton’s waist. ‘I’ll miss yer.’
‘Yer be the man of the house now, yeah?’ Billy smiled, ruffling his hair.
They took Kenny’s old truck, that had been left in the yard since he was arrested and imprisoned for the murder of Patrick Rednapp and drove out the town. They kept driving, passing three other towns before they pulled into some woods and drove further on. They didn’t say much to each other, other than the occasional cough from Percy; his brush with death had left him with a bad cough from the smoke inhalation.
It was late afternoon when they got to the cabin; the sun was setting red and low over the trees and the blue sky was turning navy, stars blinking at them from behind the leaves. Billy jumped out the truck and moved to unlock the door and open it.
The cabin was small, but big enough for two of them. Percy moved up the porch, touching the broken hinges of the door with a slight wrinkled nose; they were hardly in the lap of luxury right now. Billy caught his look.
‘Shit, it needs to work done to it. What chu expect? A fuckin’ palace?’ he laughed, shaking his head and holding the door open. Percy moved inside to the small kitchen area.
Billy grabbed his wrist and tugged him into a second door. There was a double bed pushed against the wall and a small window, which was half boarded up. ‘Like it?’ he grinned, before turning on him. Percy gave a bemused laugh when Billy pushed him back on the bed.
‘What are you doing?’ he asked.
‘Christening the place,’ Billy grinned, before his lips came down on his. He kissed, bit, sucked his mouth, hands gripping the arms of his shirt. Percy pressed back up against him, soft utterances leaving his lips. Billy ground against him, nipping his bottom lip.
Billy's hands were already unbuttoning Percy's shirt, tearing at it in his eagerness.
They rolled, Percy pinning Billy this time. They stripped down, damp skin against damp skin.
They kissed, hard, desperate, wanton. Billy kicked off his briefs, both now naked and pressed against each other, lips a little gentler now. Billy was gripping his hand in a fist and Percy was kissing his jaw, his throat. He straddled Billy, feeling his erection press up against his ass and he rubbed back against it.
Percy raised himself up, as Billy spat on his hand and rubbed it over his dick. Slowly, Percy lowered himself onto Billy's dick, feeling it stretch him. Billy suddenly thrust up to the hilt. They stayed like that for a moment, as one, breath coming in short, ragged gasps before Percy rolled his hips. Billy thrust up again, the head of his dick hitting Percy's prostate and causing pleasure to shoot up Percy's spine.
Billy arched his back, Percy leaning forward to catch the foul words spilling from his mouth. They kissed, tongues exploring each other's mouths as Billy hardened his thrust, his balls slapping against his ass. He reached forward, gripping Percy's hard manhood, thumb gathering the pre-cum that coated the top.
He stoked up firm, swift movements before Percy was trembling, fingers digging into his skin as he continued to ride above Billy.
He was so close. He could feel it building up in his stomach, feeling it tightening and tightening until… Percy gasped, a strained cry escaping as he came over Billy's working hand and stomach. His ass tightening and Billy thrust a few more hard times, faster than before until he too, came. Percy slumped forward, numbness washing over them. For a moment, everything was peaceful; birds sang from the trees, the sun beaming and warming their sticky, entwined bodies. Billy stretched, kissing his forehead.
Percy had his eyes shut and slowly, he rolled off and onto his back, feeling empty and saturated.
Percy stretched out on the bed with a small smile on his face. ‘I could get used to this,’ he murmured.
‘Get used to it, Purty,’ grinned Billy. ‘Cause it’s all ours.’
--
They settled easily into cabin life; Billy got a job at a metal works factory, which paid good enough to keep the two fed and cleaned every week. When not working, they hung around in the woods, cooking meat or stew over the fires they’d make from the dead wood.
Sometimes, however, Percy couldn’t help, but feel a little like a wife. He stayed at the cabin mostly and looked after the place while Billy was at work and when he returned, he was expected to bend over and give him a quick fuck before dinner. Not that he was complaining.
They were safe here. No one could hurt them.
A few weeks passed and Percy missed school, the normal way of life. But, then Wharton would crack a joke and they’d laugh and his heart would feel bigger in his chest. He was happy here. Happy with Billy.
He should have known it was too good to last. It was a blustery Autumn Tuesday and Percy had been to town to get some new blankets; now winter was coming, the cabin was hardly the warmest place in the world. He pushed open the door, moving to set the blankets on the worn couch.
There was a clear, audible moan from the direction of the bedroom. Percy frowned, moving over and pulling open the door.
The woman shrieked when she saw Percy, pulling the blanket up to cover her nude body. Billy lay in the bed beside her, not bothering to cover his naked self up. And he was smirking at Percy.
Percy swallowed hard, shaking his head and turning, he stormed out the cabin. He couldn’t have stopped the tears, even if he’d tried. He moved, sitting down on a log and pressing his face into his hands.
He’d told himself at the start that Billy would eventually get bored of him. He’d tried to tell himself to leave before he got too hurt, before things got too much. He was such an idiot.
The cabin door swung open and Billy came out, trousers covering his bottom half. He swigged from the cider bottle and sat down beside him. The worst thing was, Billy didn’t even seem bothered that he’d been caught. And this wasn’t the first time either. Last week, Percy had found him in the truck with some clerk girl.
Percy wasn’t enough any more.
‘I’m leaving,’ Percy said, hoarsely, repeating the words he’d said to his mother just over a month before. He was seventeen years old, for Christ sake! And look at him. Acting as some wife for a moron, who couldn’t even keep his cock in his pants for five minutes.
‘I’m sorry,’ Wharton tried, but Percy shook his head.
‘You were sorry when I caught you with the girl from the store. You were sorry when I saw you getting blowed with that divorced mom in town. How long is this going to fucking go on for, cause I can’t do it, Billy! It’s not fair.’
Billy remained quiet, staring at the ground. His hands were trembling, Percy noted. He got to his feet, shaking his head. ‘I’m going now. I’m sorry we didn’t work out. We were stupid. We thought we had something, but I’m not enough. I never will be for you.’ He climbed into the truck and turned the key that was always left in the ignition. He remembered Billy teaching him to drive, but pushed the thought away because it wasn’t helping.
He drove down the muddy path, leaving the cabin and Billy behind.
--
It was well past midnight when Percy returned to the town. He drove the truck nosily down Sunset Avenue, but passed his house. He couldn’t go there, not yet. He didn’t want to see his father or hear the lecture that Percy was sure Henry would give.
Instead, he parked the truck at the park and then walked back towards his house. He looked up at the Billets household.
This was a stupid thing to do. He should just go home. Lewis had tried to kill him.
Percy went anyway.
Percy moved over to the house, pausing for a moment on the porch before he raised his hand and knocked. A few minutes later, the door was pulled open and Lewis Billets stood there, dark hair tousled, just out of bed.
He frowned at Percy, wariness in his dark gaze.
Percy exhaled, and then met his stare.
‘Can I come in?’ he asked.