[He probably doesn’t have to explain that this all from memory. So he takes a moment, huffs a wet laugh against Eddie’s thighs and gets his shit together slowly.
He’s hungry, too. It’s crawling on him faster with the distress, but he has to focus. Counts to ten, pushes himself to get up. ]
When we’re done, [he says, tearing at Eddie’s shirt. Slices through the skin with claws, swallows.] You wanna go see a movie and make out in the back row? [A few more - arms, thighs, then he backs up, feels ready to lose it a little.]
Something boring, [he says, mostly to distract himself while he grabs the pot and starts painting the place red. Drips, a hand dipped in to drag across the stair case railing, across the handle. The walls. One more dip before he pools the rest, tucked away in a corner.
The hand, well. It’s stale enough. He comes in close, thighs either side of Eddie’s and presses his fingers to his lips. A quiet sorry.
Upstairs the front door slams closed. The footsteps thump and echo, and fuck, Billy doesn’t care if his dad comes down to find him in Eddie’s lap while he’s licking the blood from his fingers. He can use the anger.]
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Date: 2022-08-05 12:30 am (UTC)He’s hungry, too. It’s crawling on him faster with the distress, but he has to focus. Counts to ten, pushes himself to get up. ]
When we’re done, [he says, tearing at Eddie’s shirt. Slices through the skin with claws, swallows.] You wanna go see a movie and make out in the back row? [A few more - arms, thighs, then he backs up, feels ready to lose it a little.]
Something boring, [he says, mostly to distract himself while he grabs the pot and starts painting the place red. Drips, a hand dipped in to drag across the stair case railing, across the handle. The walls. One more dip before he pools the rest, tucked away in a corner.
The hand, well. It’s stale enough. He comes in close, thighs either side of Eddie’s and presses his fingers to his lips. A quiet sorry.
Upstairs the front door slams closed. The footsteps thump and echo, and fuck, Billy doesn’t care if his dad comes down to find him in Eddie’s lap while he’s licking the blood from his fingers. He can use the anger.]