Unwanted Desire

AUTHOR'S NOTES: This is another one of my GMD slash fics. But it's not a Basil/Dawson "slashie" this time—it's between Slick Willie & Jellybean, the two leading members of my band The Big Time (from "Purple Haze" & "Broken Dreams").

Technically, they don't really have a "relationship". It's more of a "what if?" story.

This story does contain stuff about homosexuality. If you don't like those kinds of things, then please don't read this.

Basil & Dr. Dawson © by Disney.

Slick Willie & Jellybean (as well as Yoko Bono) © by me. I would appreciate it if you asked my permission before using these characters in your stories. Thank you.

And when you're done reading, please send a review. (But I strongly advise against flames in this story. Constructive criticism is encouraged, though.)

The sound of rotten tomatoes splattering the walls of Slick Willie's penthouse echoed through the foggy London night.

Two mice in black were standing by the building, trying to wake the song-stealing musician up.

"Uh, Basil, how is this going to help us arrest Willie?" Dr. Dawson asked.

"You'll find out some enough," Basil replied. "In the meantime, keep pelting!"

Night had fallen over the penthouse I shared with my bandmates. I was sleeping in my little bed, looking up at the ceiling...

"Willie?" My deep trance was interrupted by the little whimper that came out of the mouth of my comrade Jellybean.

(I know what you're thinking--& no, Jellybean isn't his real name. "Alfred" is his real name. "Jellybean" was a nickname my other bandmate Yoko Bono gave him.)

I let out a deep yawn, before asking with sleep-filled eyes, "What is it, J.B.?"

"I'm having trouble sleeping."

A lot of times, Jellybean would have these nightmares that kept him awake. So he'd usually come to me, asking if he could sleep with me.

I was getting tired of this bad habit, however. If Jellybean kept this up for another year, I was sure to have a mark branded on my forehead that said, "William The Gay".

Now, don't get me wrong--I am a gigolo, & I love being wild & loose, but men are not my, shall we say, romantic cup of tea.

But as Jellybean's best friend, it was my duty to make him happy. So I scootched over, & let him cuddle up to me.

After about 5 minutes, Jellybean was fast asleep.

It took about 5 more minutes before I started to doze off...

"Hey, J.B.!" I shouted to Jellybean. "C'mere for a moment!"

Jellybean came over to me, & starting hugging me. I wasn't scared of the embracing, though—he always loved to do that. And I guess it wasn't so bad, either.

What was really bad...was when I heard myself saying to my friend, "I love you!"

And that's when I started to kiss him...

I woke up with a start. Cold sweat started pouring down my body, as I started panting for some clean air.

Now, I've had many nightmares in my life—but that one was one hell of a doozie!

"Willie?" I heard Jellybean ask.

I turned around to see Jellybean smiling sleepily at me. I guess my horrified screams had woken him up.

"Did you have a nightmare, too?"

"Yeah, I guess so, J.B.," I breathed wearily.

"There's plenty of room, Willie!" Jellybean said softly with a smile.

And with that, I got as close to Jellybean as I could. My friend wrapped his arms around me, & hugged me like the little tough teddy bear he was.

As I drifted back to sleep, I kept thinking to myself...Do I love Jellybean? Are we really meant for each other?

Only time will tell, I decided as I went off to blissful slumber once more.

"Basil, you can stop pelting the tomatoes now," Dr. Dawson advised.

Basil groaned in expaseration, & grunted in irritation, before gathering his box of mushy red vegetables, taking Dawson by the hand, & bringing him back to Baker Street.

THE END