Broken Smile, Starless Sky
A Twilight fan fiction.
A.N. I've always though there was a little something more to the relationships in this saga, tell me your thoughts. Reviews loved forever.
(I do not own the Twilight saga, that honour goes to Tara Gilespie.)
Billy Black liked to watch Charlie Swan with his hands deep inside a car engine. There was something about that man being covered in motor oil that stirred something deep within him.
'Coo-ee!' called Charlie across to his friend, who sat in his wheelchair on the other side of the road. He placed one hand on a jutting hip and beckoned Billy over.
'How', he replied, in a booming voice, 'Big Chief Rolling Wheels heap load pleased today.'
'Golly gosh, that is just swell and dandy, big boy. Fancy telling little old me why?' Charlie swooned. To this, Billy raised his eyebrows and let his eyes leave a lingering path down Charlie's greased-up body. He had to admit, Charlie looked sensational in denim hot-pants, with his favourite Jonas Brothers t-shirt on, tied in a knot just above his belly-button.
'What are you looking at, silly?!' Charlie giggled girlishly.
'Big Chief Swan makes heart beat like drums of war. But surely, it wrong to love big strong white man?'
Charlie nervously looked away, his cheeked flushed. He twirled one of his blonde extensions between two, perfectly manicured, fingers.
'Would you like to come inside, Billykins?' Charlie asked with a wink.
Charlie flounced through the door and immediately bent over the stereo, rifling through various records, none of which Billy recognized.
'I hope you like Ke$ha, big boy.' Charlie purred through highly glossed, cherry flavoured, pink lips before pressing play. At once, the beat of TiK ToK captivated Billy, with the young songstress' voice filling his body with a joy he had never felt before and a strange desire to get utterly trashed.
Almost before Billy could react, Charlie had positioned himself between his knees, gazing up, through long, thick eyelashes, into his eyes with smouldering intensity.
'Don't say a word, gorgeous boy, let me do all the work.' Charlie grinned saucily.
With one hand, he unzipped Billy pants and drew out his attenuated member, which stood proudly in his hand. Charlie slid his lips lightly over the head of Billy's red skinned beast, garnering soft moans of pleasure from the, hitherto deprived, Mexican. Expertly, he flicked his tongue rapidly across the head of Billy's member before sucking it deeper into the moist, warm depths of his mouth. Billy clutched desperately at Charlie's hair and the sides of his wheelchair, gasping each time he drew him deeper. As Charlie buried his nose into the thick forest of pubic hair at the base of this bronze monument, he felt the muscles in Billy's body tense suddenly. Billy grabbed Charlie's head and began thrusting into his mouth, eventually shooting load after warm, sticky load into the back of his lover's throat. Billy moaned loudly and collapsed further into his chair.
'Excuse me, Mr. Swan, but I heard music and I came to see what was happening', a voice said from the doorway, 'but I see I have interrupted.'
'Not at all, Edward. Actually, young strapping lad, you are, feel free to join us.' Charlie smirked seductively at the pale boy.
'Goodness, thank you for the offer, Charlie', Edward blushed,' I'm ever so glad I wore my pretty, pink, lace thong today.'
Bella stood at the window, as her husband clambered on top of her father. The three men were giggling. A single tear rolled down her cheek.
'I fucking hate Mexicans', she muttered.