A/N IMPORTANT!!: i posted chapter 6 twice, because i uploaded the wrong document the first time, so to anyone who didn't thinks the last chapter made any sense, you probably read the one i uploaded wrongly. SORRY!! it's fixed now, and it makes miles more sense, i promise.
LCH7
"You wait here." Billy said and stepped out of the car, "I'll be back in a few."
"Okay." Lucas replied and wiggled back in the seat, getting comfortable for the wait. They had just dropped by the shop to drop off that weeks income.
Billy sauntered into the shop, smiling as he saw that the place was actually cleaned up for once, if only marginally.
"Nazi! I'd think you were too busy with your new whore to see your old man." Bones yelled. As he entered the office where Billy had waited. The younger man stiffened at his fathers words at opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off by Bones, "I want to meet the brat. Now."
"Uh?" Billy was lost for words. His father had never had any interest in whoever he fucked beyond badmouthing them. Never had he ever asked to meet them, asked for their names, how they were doing or generally anything about them.
"Well go get him then Billy-boy. I don't have all day." He snapped.
Deep in thought Billy walked out of the garage, side stepped his father's snappy bulldog with a practiced ease and approached the car. Lucas glanced up at him as he opened the door. "That was quick…what?"
"He wants to meet you. Now." Billy sighed.
"Uh, okay…why do you look like I've just received a death sentence?"
"I don't know. This is new territory for me." Billy reluctantly admitted.
"Your father taking an interest?"
"Yeah, he's never asked to meet anyone – ever."
"Not even Derek?"
"Especially not Derek." Billy muttered, "They already knew each other." After much pleading, Billy had reluctantly told Lucas about his first and only dom.
Lucas climbed out of the car and played nervously with his piercing as they entered the garage. "Fuck!" Lucas squeaked as Bones' bulldog pounced on him and hid behind Billy's back, clutching his arm tightly.
Billy chuckled as Lucas nearly cut off the circulation to his arm. "Sorry, forgot about her." Lucas just scowled and tugged at him, wanting to go inside.
The workers greeted Billy and let their eyes rest appreciatively on Lucas. He had come straight from school, and was dressed in jeans, with a studded belt, a clack tee with a massive red scull print, a white zip-up hoddie and his fitted black leather jacket, topped off with a pair of classic, black soled doc martins. To crown it all, he wore the necklace Billy had gotten him, with the engraved ring looped onto it, his hair was just slightly puffed up to give it volume and his make-up was light; he didn't wear any foundation as it was late summer – he tanned easily - and his eyes were only done in one light layer of dark brown – almost black – instead of the multidimensional shades of black he'd usually use.
"You must be Lucas." A dark voice came from the office. Lucas only just caught a glimpse of the safe before he closed it securely.
"Um, yeah." He said nervously and toyed with his piercing.
"I've heard a lot about you…not so much from Billy, but everyone else can't seem to shut up about you. Lucas this and Lucas that…" he trailed off with a smirk as he saw the blush spread on the boy's cheeks. "I just had to meet the kid that has managed to keep my boy on a pink cloud for…four months… I can tell the difference. Especially in my wallet." He growled.
Lucas gulped. He sincerely hoped that he wasn't distracting Billy too much, because Bones was scary.
"Every time he comes in, the money pile is bigger." Bones exclaimed. "He's so set on getting back to you that he sells off everything with a snap of his fingers." He smirked as Billy looked away in embarrassment. "I never thought I'd see the day…Nick Hume's baby boy in bed with mine."
Billy tensed and Lucas looked up at Bones in surprise. "You know my dad?"
"Oh yes, we've done some business together. Want to see?" Bones moved to open the safe.
Lucas looked up at his boyfriend and kissed his cheek before hesitantly letting go of his arm. Bones watched them from the corner of his eyes.
"These three sweethearts…" he put out two guns, one black and one silver, and a rifle on his desk. "Guaranteed to take care of whatever it was that was bothering him…has he taken care of it?" Bones asked with an odd look on his face.
Lucas shrugged as he picked up the silver gun and flipped it over in his hand. "I don't know. He can shove them up his arse and pull the trigger for all I care."
Billy bit back a chuckle of relief that his father didn't burst the bubble. his plan would be...well, shot. His love was so ... notinnocent, yet he could say shit like that without batting a lid. Bones was as surprised as Billy had been the first time Lucas said something foul. He, like Billy, had expected nothing but honey and milk to come from those sweet pink lips. "Is that so…how do you like it?"
Lucas shrugged again, "I don't know anything about guns," he said and looked up at Bones with doe eyes Billy's father completely understood why his son wanted to get back to, rather than stand on a chilly corner all day and night. "- but it's feels too heavy."
"Hmm." Bones hummed, "It would be for you."
Lucas just rolled his eyes, "Of course, a sweet little thing like me." He said sarcastically.
Bones laughed loudly, making several people in the garage jump. "Get out of here, both of you." He chuckled.
The couple were halfway down the hall when Bones called Billy back. Billy gave Lucas a pat on the bum and told him to go to the car.
He stood in the doorway with a stony expression on his face, expecting yet another load of spite and ridicule from his father.
"I like him." Bones said, surprising Billy, "He's good for you Nazi, and not just in the business way….I'm sure he's waiting for you."
Billy wordlessly turned to leave, but the quiet words his father spoke shocked him to the core. "It's good to see you smile again William."
A week later Lucas hands shook as he hid behind the curtain of the stage. He'd danced for half an hour, receiving loads of tips, even though it was only six thirty in the evening. He was wearing a white skinny sleeveless and ripped up jeans that was cut off a few inches beneath his bum. He had chosen to wear a shorter one, but Billy had thrown a fit.
Lucas had found it endearing that Billy cared – or a more realistic approach; that Billy was a territorial bastard. He still found it endearing that Billy didn't want to share. Though he had other things on his mind as Billy swaggered through the crowd and came back stage, the guard letting him by. Usually it was a no-boyfriend zone, but the manager wasn't dumb enough to exile Darley from his club. Billy and his boys were generous tippers when they were in the mood, and they always left a small fortune in the bar.
"What's with the pout?" Billy questioned as he made his way through the wardrobe, swatting away various hands.
Lucas shook his head and pulled his jeans on. "It's nothing." He glanced up at Billy, who had just raised a brow and waited for Lucas to spill. "One of my dad's friend was there."
Billy frowned. "You think he recognized you?"
"I don't exactly blend in – and if he didn't notice, his son definitely did – one of the guys you nearly made to piss themselves."
"Ah, you think he brought his father there on purpose." Billy asked and leaned on the wall.
Lucas giggled as the hot pink feathered boa fell down from the rack and lay draped across Billy's shoulder. "He might, but one of the girls said they were regulars; same day every month."
Billy wrinkled his nose as a pink feather flicked it. With a huff he tore it off and flung it to the floor. "Well then. Not much to do about it. Imagine if he brought your father instead of his son." Billy whistled.
Lucas scowled and pouted.
"Oh don't give me that look."
Lucas unleashed The Pout – with a vengeance.
Billy groaned loudly making Lucas laugh out loud. He slipped on his jacket and escaped into his boyfriends arms. Billy sniffed his neck, licking the salty skin with gently flicks of his tongue. Lucas wiggled, but was held still. "Billy –" he whined, "It tickles."
"Fine, no tongue bath – shower and a ride home?"
"Please." Lucas tip-toed to kiss him.
Lucas twirled the tip of Billy's goatee between his manicured fingertips as he kissed him hungrily. "Thank you for the ride." He said with a smile.
"Any time lion." Billy replied and nipped at his lip. "See you tomorrow?"
"Yep."
Lucas was walking on air down the street to his home. Billy had set him off just by the turn, so that no one would see his car. He didn't mind, as that way he could keep Billy to himself. "Mom, I'm home!!" he yelled as he entered the door.
"Lucas, you're late. I told you to be back by eight!" Hannah chided as he padded into the kitchen, rubbing his face wearily.
"I'm sorry. Got a bit hung up."
"But you had time to shower." She pointed out with an arched brow.
"I reeked ma, I showered at a friends place!" he said and plopped down on a chair.
"You smell like smoke – you're not smoking are you?" she asked with a stern glare.
"No, I've just got a friend that does." He sighed. What was it with mothers and their super noses? "So what's with all the food, we're only three." He cringed as he unintentionally reminded his mother of her Golden Boy's passing, luckily, his mother took no notice.
"We're having a friend of your fathers and a friend of Brendan's over for dinner."
"Oh, well I'll go up and change then."
"Yes about that – where are you clothes? Some of them are missing. Is that your tee shirt?"
Lucas tugged at the hem of the back tee he was wearing. It was Billy's. "Uh yeah, I keep some around, just in case." he answered, purposfully not answering the other question.
"At this 'friends' house. Do I know him –or her?"
"No, I don't think so."
"So how'd you meet?"
"At the bagel shop – oh I think that's them, got to run!" he said and hurried up the stairs.
When he came back down fifteen minutes later, he was properly dressed, done his hair and had a bit of light make-up on. The table was set and everyone was seated around the table. Including the colleague of his father's and his son; the ones from the club.
Oh fuck!
