Sweet nothin' - What's sweet about that?
What's the sense in holdin' it back?
I'm fired up baby, let's ignite,
You say "maybe" Honey I say "now,"
Don't go sayin' that you don't know how,
The sooner we do it - The sooner we'll be doin' it right.
Can't Take It With You - Kick Axe
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AN
Trigger warning for some (what I consider) mild spice ahead
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Joss and Billy spent a few hours playing various games: the fast pace of Pac-Man; the competitiveness of Space Duel; and the tense feeling of every choice in Dragon's Lair, followed by groans of frustration as the main character died over and over again. Finally they ended their gaming session by beating the crap out of each other's players on Kung Fu Master.
"Cheater!" Joss accused. "You're just mashing the damn buttons!"
Billy laughed, his tongue curling around the edge of his lips as he concentrated, before he reached over and mashed her own buttons, causing his player to win without much effort. He laughed, doing a little celebratory dance with his hips in time to the frantic strains of 'Wango Tango' blasting from the speakers.
"Shit. It's gone ten," Joss said, catching the large neon clock on the wall and beginning to turn off the last few cabinets. "I'm meant to be out by nine thirty."
"Your boss come and check on the place after hours?" Billy said, quirking a cynical eyebrow at the unlikeliness of a positive answer.
"No," Joss said, feeling the ball of panic leaving her quickly at his frank logic.
"Then relax. We have this whole place to ourselves, no one around. All alone." He gave her a long look that didn't hide his lustful intentions, that familiar playful head tilt accompanying his determined gaze.
She laughed, never taking him too seriously, and opened the fridge behind the counter, throwing him a can of chilled soda.
"Maybe you need to cool down," she said, enjoying poking fun at him, and at the same time bathing in the heat of his amorous attentions.
Joss opened a can for herself and took a deep gulp, before returning to the last few chores she had to complete.
"Can I put some music on?" Billy asked, placing his unwanted can on the side, already flipping through her selection of tapes.
"Sure," Joss called, dragging the trash out the back door.
When she came back in she could hear his choice beginning to play, a driving bass with a stomping drumbeat along with the heavy squeal of guitar caught her a little by surprise. This wasn't her tape. "Nice, who is this?"
Billy made a little grunt but didn't move from his position. "Kick Axe."
Joss let out a little laugh at the band's tongue in cheek choice of name. "Where did you hear them?!" she said, grinning, always a sucker for any new sound that resonated with her tastes.
"This store back home, in California I mean. The guy who owned it, I made an agreement that every three months he'd send me a package of tapes with a few new bands. I send them cash, they send me music." He shrugged without turning to look at her and Joss finally noticed he was hunched over something, tense and involved in his hidden task.
When he became aware he had her full attention on him, he straightened up. "Here." He handed over her book bag, minus the books, now seemingly mended with a very elaborate knot.
She took it from his hands, testing its strength and seeing it held well. "You fixed it?" She grinned at him, genuinely grateful he'd taken the time. Joss couldn't remember the last time anyone had bothered to do something nice for her, just for her benefit. Surely all of Lori's gossip today was overblown? Dickbrain guys didn't do nice things for others.
"When I used to surf as a kid, the big kids, they taught me all kinds of knots and stuff." He sniffed, trying to be indifferent, but quite obviously glowing with her gratitude.
"You surfed?" Joss said, laughing, disbelief clear on her face.
"Yeah! I surfed," he said, with mock indignation, "when I was a kid. Not much else to do when you live right by the beach."
Joss let out a hum of agreement. "Yeah, there were always loads of surfers in San Clem too," she said with a shrug, and glanced over to see him watching her with a sudden alert interest. "Were you any good?" Joss said, putting her books in the bag and testing its strength again.
"I was the best," Billy said, his tongue running over his bottom lip before he grinned. "I'd go everyday and just ride the waves." He fidgeted with the ring on his finger again. "But it was too much of a hassle. My old man hated me going out there. He thought it was a waste of time, loser stuff. He'd rather I played baseball, like that sport was what a real man should do. He said it had a future, but surfing was for stoners and wasters."
Joss felt the warmth of their conversation disperse, like a breeze had come and swept it away, and knew there was far more lurking in the depths underneath this story than he would ever be willing to tell her.
"There used to be so many parties at the beach when we lived there, and I'd just play music all night," he said, pointing towards the tape deck, moving the conversation in a direction he wanted.
"Hawkins must feel like a step down?" Joss said, knowing exactly how it felt for her coming back to this small town. Even if she had been unhappy at her dad's, at least it felt like a whole world there, instead of insular curtain twitching.
"Yeah. Some of it is. But it still has some good parties, like tonight." He did the familiar head tilt and smiled.
"Tonight?"
"Yeah, our dance party." He grinned, enjoying this new game.
Not giving her any time to respond to his words, he pulled the bag from her hands, dumping it with little care onto the floor, his hands gliding around her waist as he slowly began to move with her in a slow dance, pushing her hips against him as he positioned his thigh between her legs.
He was so close that she felt nearly overwhelmed by that same strong scent of cologne clinging to his skin, along with the acrid aroma of cigarettes. Joss clasped her hands at the back of his neck, allowing his swaying body to guide her to the beat of the music as she glanced down and laughed at his flirtatious behaviour; but Billy wasn't laughing, his eyes were intense and full of fervent focus.
He moved his body, his hand coming to the crook of her knee and pulling her leg up to rest at his hip, his hand glancing across her thigh, squeezing her backside and pushing his body into hers with a grinding motion that made her laugh in a strange mixture of skittish energy and genuine humour at his ardent attempt to seduce her. She threw her head back, still laughing flippantly, unwilling to take any of this seriously, and felt his lips find the hollow of her throat, his tongue tasting her skin in an action of firm testament that this time she was not going to duck out of the situation by using her shield of making everything a joke.
Joss felt a small flare of panic prickle the hairs on her nape, but found the sensation exciting and foreboding all at once, a cocktail that felt exhilarating, as his mouth worked on the skin of her neck, creating an almost unbearable pressure, hitting a strange balance between pleasure and pain. His hands roamed over her body, palms grazing over clothing and skin until his lips founds hers again.
He picked her up, moving her easily onto the counter top, his kisses never breaking pace, her arms dangling limply over his shoulders. Their lips parted and, for what was only a short moment, she looked into his eyes, their breaths coming in pants, all pretence of humour fully relinquished, and Joss knew this game was no longer playful, this was win or lose, although she had no idea which choice was which.
"Billy..." She tried to interject some sense into the situation, but he kissed her again, silencing all her protests.
With a sly smile his hands grazed over her thighs and up, grasping material and pulling, until her underwear was discarded. He smirked as he continued his mouth's potent spell of keeping her subdued, and Joss felt its unkind meaning, he knew he had power over her and he was enjoying it.
"If you don't like what I'm doing, you can tell me to stop," he said, parting them by only centimetres, his words more breath and lust than a statement, before his lips brushed against hers in a delicious soft pressure that made her not want to say anything of the sort, her hands gripping onto his denim jacket collar for support.
Joss could have stopped things going further right there, pushed him away and laughed at this whole situation, then jumped down from the counter and ended whatever this was between them, but she didn't. She felt like a rabbit caught in headlights, dazzled by something she couldn't quite understand, until it was far too late to dart in another direction, avoiding those crushing wheels.
As his palms curled around her thighs, pulling them apart, he maneuverer closer into her body, his chest now pressed against hers as he kissed her again and again until Joss felt dizzy, like the way she'd felt at the last party she'd been to in California where she'd drank a few too many shots of vodka. But she couldn't blame this on anything but her own desire, this was pure and simple lust, the want of him was making her lightheaded.
His hand reached between their bodies, finding the place between her legs and she bucked a little in surprise at his touch. She closed her eyes in enjoyment, her body impatiently rocking into the rhythm he wanted to set, eager and hungry for more. He happily obeyed her silent wish, stroking her more intently but slowly, so infuriatingly slowly that Joss let out a little moan of displeasure and heard Billy laugh a soft chuckle of satisfaction. She finally opened her eyes to see a very smug smirk upon his lips as he watched her so prone to everything he was doing, her fingers still gripping onto the material of his collar as if that was the only thing keeping her sitting upright.
"More?" he asked, with a tone that felt demeaning, as if he expected her to beg. Joss couldn't quite stop her breathless gasps as his fingers continued their languid stroking, but she knew a frown had appeared upon her face, and her lips turned down in annoyance, ready to say something that would pop the mood like a bubble. But before she had chance, he'd kissed her again, this time it was hard, as hard as the thrust his fingers made into her, and Joss cried out against his mouth, placated and satisfied for the time being.
When he pulled back she was a breathless mess, he'd nudged her slowly towards an edge she wanted to dive over, but as he moved slightly away, taking away his touch, Joss let out a whimper of protest which only made him laugh again.
She looked at him, confused at why he'd pulled back, and her thoughts raced as she tried to decide if she should reach out for him, say something cutting, or pull back too, before he made all her choices so easy as he bent, shifting her legs over his shoulders, and the electrifying feeling of his tongue against her centre spiralled her into a heady maze of desire. Every stroke made her lose a little more of herself, until she was aware she was whispering the word "fuck" over and over again, her body responding to every single thing his mouth was doing, urging him on with hips and hands until she ascended and fell over that longed for edge with a much louder "Fuck!" Every hair on her body seemed to vibrate as the blissful pressure slowly pulsed through her core and ebbed away in a satisfying feeling of warmth.
Her chest heaved as she tried to regain herself. Billy slowly moved, his bottom lip lingering across the scar on her thigh, and then he bit down gently, nipping and sucking, leaving an almost painful bruised sensation in his wake, making her pant out a few more moans before he stood up straight, grinning with self satisfaction, and allowed her legs to come back to rest at his hips. He came to her, kissing her lips with that same gentle soft pressure that made her want to kiss him back twice as hard, his hands slowly curling around her bare thighs.
She could feel smugness radiating off him in waves, he knew he'd won whatever stupid game they'd been playing, and Joss felt the trap closing ever more around her, and again, perhaps foolishly, had no intention of breaking free.
"All that work, just to get what you want?" she teased, once her breath felt steady.
"I always get what I want. One way or another," he said, his smile not faltering, and for a moment Joss really wanted to slap that prideful self assured look from his face, but instead she kissed him, hard and aggressively, showing him that he may have won the battle but not the war.
Her hands fumbled and searched, pulling at the buttons of his shirt, popping them open easily, sliding the material over taut shoulders and allowing it to drop to the floor. His hands were upon her t-shirt, pulling it over her head, until bare skin met bare skin, their lips connecting again.
Her hands lingered at his belt, the last vestige of any shield she had been defending herself with faltering, as his lips traced a whisper light line down her neck. She wanted this, wanted him so badly that her whole body ached with the desire, but that meant giving in completely, that meant things changing between them in a way that they could never come back from.
With a plummet of disappointment, Joss realized she wasn't ready, not yet. She had to think of a stalling tactic, even if that meant Billy wasn't going to be too pleased with her choices. She needed time to think if this was something she could be okay with, friendships rarely lasted past the sleeping together part.
"Wait," she finally panted, her senses coming back to her, and she grasped onto his forearms, telling him she needed a moment.
Billy let out an exasperated sigh. "What?" His tone was verging upon irritated impatience.
"Not here, okay, it's too weird. I work here." She could feel his eyes upon her, judging her sudden returning morals. "I can't look at this counter and think we..." She felt the heat rise in her cheeks and glanced away.
"Haven't we kinda already christened it? I just made you-"
"It's not the same," Joss said, knowing that argument made no true sense.
Billy tilted his head, grabbing her gaze with his own sceptical eyes. "It's not? Or are you just having second thoughts about us-"
"No," Joss said, her fingers curling around his arm in insistence. "I want to, just not here."
Billy let out an unamused laugh. "Okay, so where?"
Joss took a moment to think, feeling the fan still oscillating nearby shifting a cool breeze across her semi-naked form, before she finally looked at him, a sly smile coming to one corner of her lips.
"Want to go for a swim?" she asked with a flick of her eyebrow.
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A/N
Hello all. Welcome back to those stopping by. I hope you had a fun time with this chapter. This is about as spicy as my writing gets, if you can handle this chapter you'll be fine with the rest, I never get too explicit as it's not in my wheel house when writing.
Gosh, when I originally wrote this it took me back to my massive love for 80s rock and metal music and I rediscovered bands I had forgotten all about over the years, one of them being Kick Axe. What a fluffing great band! I hope I can remind, or even introduce, you of some good bands too while we read, if you are into that kind of music.
I think I'm over my creative meltdown for a while (I got over myself lol), so hopefully some steady updates in the coming weeks.
Your thoughts are always welcome if you feel like commenting, I would love to hear opinions you have, have I missed something or did you enjoy something? I'm open to hear anything said with kindness, but they are never a requirement either. Enjoy in whatever way you are comfy with, I'll keep on posting this story until it's finished.
I also want to make it clear, this is a Billy safe space for all my readers. I have and will delete/ignore all Billy hate as I don't believe the world has no grey areas, human beings are all kinds of grey, if you don't agree, go read stories about simpler characters.
Until next time.