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Title: Leaving
Author: Cynthia
Rating: R/NC-17
Pairing: Billy/Quinn
Summary: Billy's leaving for tour, and worried about what'll happen over the months he's gone.
“The light’s not working.”
Billy’s gaze moved from the ground to look up at the lamppost, with the dim light casting shadows around the bench. “I know.”
“It’s fitting for tonight.”
Billy turned to look at him, his thin, gorgeous blonde boyfriend leaning against the lamp post, wanting to tell him to go to hell for saying that. But he couldn’t; they were both thinking it. And he didn’t want to ruin tonight, anymore than it would already be ruined.
“I’m going to miss you.”
Quinn’s voice snapped Billy out of his thoughts and he stood up, moving to stand in front of the man he would be leaving the next day. “I don’t want to leave.”
“You have to.”
“I know. That doesn’t change how I feel about it.” He looked up at him, wrapping his thin arms around Quinn’s waist and leaning against the blonde. He felt arms wrap around his neck and barely resisted the urge to break down and cry into his chest. “What if I forget how you like your potatoes?”
The chest beneath his cheek shook with repressed laughter, and Billy smiled. Their relationship was still new and they were in that stage where everything about the other was enchanting and they could do no wrong. How the hell was he going to leave Quinn now?
“I’ll be sure to remind you when you get back.”
“I love you,” Billy mumbled against his chest. A couple ran past them, and Quinn waited until they’d passed before replying.
“I love you, too.” Burying his hand in Billy’s hair, he tiled his boyfriends face towards his and stared down at the big blue eyes he’d woken up every morning to for the past few months. “And I’ll still be here when you get back. Don’t worry so much, Billy.”
“I’ll worry until I’m in your arms again.” His voice was soft and low and husky, sounding exactly like it normally did when he first woke up. A soft smile graced his full lips, and he avoided looking his boyfriend in the eye, knowing exactly what he was doing to him with the words and his voice. Quinn leaned down to kiss him, pushing away from the lamppost to sit on the bench, pulling Billy down to his lap.
“You’re going to drive me crazy.” Quinn sighed, resting his head on Billy’s shoulder and sliding his hands under the shirt his boyfriend was wearing. Tracing the pale skin he’d spent hours memorizing, night after night, he sighed. “You have to promise to call as often as you can.”
“Of course I will.” Billy squirmed on his lap, twisting to look at Quinn. The lamp might not have been working, but there was enough light for him to see his boyfriends face, study it one last time, learning the curves and contours of his face before he had to leave.
“Don’t look so glum,” Quinn told him, resting his forehead against Billy’s. “It’s just for a few months.”
“You say that like it’ll pass in a matter of moments. Quinn, its a few months! So much can happen in a few months.” Billy’s voice rose in pitch, and Quinn could hear the distress in his words. Neglecting to reply, he simply pressed his lips to Billy’s, committing to memory the taste and feel of those full lips beneath his.
Parting his lips instinctively beneath Quinn’s, allowing their tongues to tangle together in a fight for dominance, Billy shifted on his lap until he was straddling the legs of his boyfriend. The sound of someone jogging past them briefly broke through the haze of passion that enveloped the couple, and Billy pulled back, looking at the person as they continued on their way down the winding path that encompassed the pond, the bench and the lamp.
Quinn’s soft whimper at the loss of Billy’s lips caused Billy to smile and glance down at him, running a hand through his blonde hair. “We can't do anything here,” he whispered. “It's a public-”
“I don’t care where we are,” Quinn quickly cut him off; pressing his lips to Billy’s once again, he murmured against them. “I just want you.”
Billy shivered at Quinn’s words, wrapping his arms around Quinn’s neck and kissing him, the thoughts of the park and anyone possibly coming across them completely leaving his mind. All he can think about is Quinn’s lips and the touch of Quinn’s hands slipping beneath his shirt, running up his back. He’s no longer aware of the rusty park bench, the pond at his back, the winding path, or the lamp with its dim light. All Billy is aware of is Quinn’s mouth breaking from his and traveling down his neck, Quinn’s hands tugging his shirt up his chest, exposing pale skin and dark nipples to the crisp autumn air. Billy whimpered when Quinn’s lips left his skin, only long enough for Quinn to pull the shirt off, and before Billy realized it, his boyfriend’s lips where on his chest, alternatively biting, licking, and sucking. He was leaving his mark, proclaiming Billy to be his.
Billy’s fingers dug into Quinn’s shoulders, hard enough to leave bruises that would serve as reminders over the next few months, even after they’d faded. His eyes closed in pleasure as Quinn bit down into his nipple, soft, breathy moans escaping him, and before he realized it, he was pined under Quinn on the bench, the arm of the bench digging into his skin. And Quinn was kissing down his chest, dipping his tongue into his belly button, and Billy didn’t care that he could feel the cold metal pressing into his back.
Quinn was unbuckling the belt that held the black pants up, making quick work of the fastenings, and within moments had Billy arching under his hands as they ran over his hips, and lower, wrapping around Billy’s erection and stroking. All Quinn could concentrate on was the moans and gasps coming from Billy, the look in his boyfriends blue eyes, and the way his body moved.
Crawling down Billy’s body, Quinn glanced up at him for a moment before dropping his head, his lips brushing the tip of Billy’s erection, taking the head into his mouth and his tongue swirling it around his mouth. He deliberately kept his actions light and teasing, not actually closing his lips around Billy, wanting to draw this out for as long as he could.
“Quinn…” Billy whimpered, tangling his hand in those blonde locks, thrusting his hips towards the mouth that was driving him crazy. So this is what it feels like to be teased, he thought briefly, before Quinn’s lips finally closed around him and he was buried deep in his mouth, the head of his erection hitting the back of Quinn’s throat, and Billy was turned into a pool of liquid.
Quinn would have smirked if he’d been able to, settling for moaning around Billy and slowly pulling up, his tongue lapping at the sensitive underside. Sitting up, causing another whimper to escape Billy’s full lips, he looked down at his boyfriend, fumbling at the buttons of his own pants, pushing them down along with his boxers, settling between Billy’s legs once again. Sucking on two of his fingers for a moment, he slid his hand beneath Billy’s hips, feeling for his entrance and sliding a finger inside him, twisting it around as he expertly found Billy’s prostate and pressed against it, eliciting a moan from the man beneath him.
Watching Billy’s face as it contorted in a mixture of pain and pleasure, Quinn added a second finger, scissoring his finger inside him, wanting to prepare him as much as possible, since he didn’t have any lube. When Billy opened his eyes and looked up at him, burning with desire, and whispered, “Please”, Quinn pulled his fingers from him, and rested his hands on Billy’s hips, raising them so he could position himself and slowly slide into Billy.
Billy closed his eyes, whimpering as he was stretched and wrapped his legs around Quinn’s waist, thankful his boyfriend had paused, letting him adjust.
“I love you,” Quinn whispered, leaning down to kiss Billy, finally starting to move inside him, keeping his thrusts slow at first, picking up the speed after a few moments.
Billy moved beneath Quinn, his back arching and his legs tightening around Quinn, his moans now louder, more breathy. Fans could have walked by with a camera and Billy wouldn’t have cared; he probably wouldn’t have even noticed. Quinn was thrusting into him, hitting his prostate, and his boyfriend’s chest was brushing against his own erection.
It didn’t take long for the pleasure of having his boyfriend fuck him and the teasing sensation of Quinn’s chest lightly brushing over him to push him to the edge. With a cry, he was coming over his stomach and Quinn’s chest, his muscles contracting around Quinn.
Quinn’s eyes were tightly closed and his head thrown back, thrusting a few more times into Billy before coming with his own muffled cry, collapsing onto Billy. Pulling out of him after a few moments, Quinn finally opened his eyes and looked down at him, wrapping his arms tightly around his boyfriend.
“I’m still worried about forgetting everything,” Billy whispered, not caring about the fact that he was laying on a park bench naked, looking as though he’d just gotten fucked- entirely true- and facing the possibility of being exposed. Quinn could make him forget anything. And he was too relaxed at the moment to care.
“I’ll send you reminders.” Quinn laughed, pressing his lips to Billy’s neck. “So don’t be surprised when you get a potato in the mail.”
Billy’s shoulders shook with laughter, his blue eyes gleaming as he kissed Quinn.