Voices
by Hazel
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"Where the hell are they?"
Peter was extremely... red. And angry. He was in a
hurry and wanted to get the meeting over with. Quickly. Billy and Ian glanced at
each other and smirked. They had been waiting for Viggo, Elijah and others to
come for the past fifty-two minutes.
"Let's just all go home. It's way too early for
this shit," Billy mumbled, looking sleepy.
Ian raised an eyebrow and turned his eyes away from
Billy to look at his watch...1 PM...
"No, no, no. We're not leaving. Not just yet
anyway." Peter held his head as if he was suffering from a massive
headache.
Billy shrugged his shoulders and started to get
comfortable...again, half-lying on the table. He really looked like shit. Well,
the previous night at the bar had been... rough.
"I'd like something Scots have under their
skirts."
*What*? "Excuse me?" Ian looked like someone
had just hit him in the face.
"I'd like some scotch with water and ice,"
Peter announced and stared at Ian as if he was from Mars...or something...
Jeez, I'm really out of it. Ian rubbed his face as he
heard the door close. He raised his head. God. He was really becoming one
little perv.
"Zzzz..."
//Billy is snoring?//
//Billy is snoring.//
//Hmm... Billy is snoring so that means that he's
asleep...//
Ian slid under the conference table for a closer look
of what he didn't see in the dim pub yesterday evening.
A voice inside his head said: "No! No, no, no! You
can't do it... "
An other voice, evil, said: "Course you can! Who
would ever know...?"
Ian looked at Billy's lower body. Kay, Billy actually
was wearing his lovely kilt. Ian pressed his face in his hands, making
desperate noises. He just couldn't do it.
Voice Nr. 2: "C'mon... Who's gonna know? Do.
It."
Voice Nr. 1: "I'm not so sure it's a goo..."
Voice Nr. 2: "Shut up!"
Voice Nr. 1: "..."
Voice Nr. 2: "Do it. You know you want to. You
little perv."
Voice Nr. 1: "I *don't* want to..."
Voice Nr. 2: "You. Do. You little perv!"
Voice Nr. 1: "Am not!"
Voice Nr. 2: "Are too!"
Voice Nr. 1: "Am *not*!"
Voice Nr. 2: "Pervpervperv!"
Voice Nr. 1: "Amnotamnotamnot!"
Voice Nr. 2: "PERVPERVPERV!"
"Shut up, you...me or I'll..." Ian warned
aloud.
"Hmmm-mhhh...?"
Billy was waking up.
Voice Nr. 2: "Look what you did! You're ruining
it for me, you stup..."
"Shut up, *now* or I *will* take the meds!"
Ian cursed himself for not taking the pill this morning. But who could blame
him? He had had sex with the most gorgeous human being on the planet...
Voice Nr. 1: "..."
"Good. For you I mean..." Ian thought he had
shut them up for now.
"Zzzz..."
Billy was obviously sleeping... again. Legs spread, he
snored loudly, resting his head on the table.
Voice Nr. 2: "Say, what does a Scot have under
his skirt?"
Voice Nr. 1: "...you wouldn't...? Ian! He's gonna
put you to do something you'll regret..."
Voice Nr. 2: "Just shut up you and watch
me!"
Ian crawled nearer to Billy.
"ZZZZ!"
Voice Nr. 1 and Voice Nr. 2: "..."
Ian raised his hand to lift the hem of Billy's kilt.
He grabbed the hem and almost died of fright.
"What are you doing?" Ian heard Billy's
friendly voice ask. "I don't like scotch."
Ian almost hit his head through the table.
"Sorry. I'll get you some beer," a faceless
voice answered from the door.
A few seconds later Billy looked under the table with
a suspicious expression on his face and witnessed Ian testing his head with his
fingers.
"Hi, Ian," Billy said, smiling. "What
are you doing down there?"
"I... I was... I was just... looking for my
glasses."
"Oh, you are? I thought you didn't wear
glasses..."
"I don't..." Ian said, nearly panicking. The
voices in his head had, of course, vanished when they first had got him in a
sticky situation. They were both equally evil...
"So... What *are* you doing down there?"
Billy was getting even more suspicious.
"I... I saw a mouse," Ian said, sounding
sure of himself.
"Oh? I always thought that women... and gay men...
would start screaming and all that shit if they saw something... anything...
small and moving," Billy said, amused.
//Damn... I actually do that when I see something...
weird.// Ian cursed Billy for knowing him so fucking well.
"I guess I thought I could catch it." Ian
had already started lying and was now good at it... at least he hoped so.
"Oh, really?" Billy said, imitating Jim
Carrey in Ace Ventura.
"Yes," Ian said from under the table.
"Hey, there it is again!"
Billy pulled his legs up in one swift movement.
"Where?" Billy didn't see anything.
"There!" Ian pointed in a random direction.
"C'mon. Let's catch it!"
Billy wrinkled his nose, but appeared under the table.
"So where is it?" Billy said, not quite believing Ian but still
glancing around for any reason to grab Ian's arm.
"Over there," Ian whispered.
"Shush."
Ian had the perfect plan. He'd make it work even
without the mouse.
Ian crawled over Billy and then he attacked the
none-existing mouse.
"Ouch!"
Ian had ended up lying on top of Billy.
"Sorry," Ian said and smirked.
"It's alright, just get off me," Billy said,
wrecking Ian's fantasy of the two of them *ever* getting together. Well, he was
exaggerating, as always.... What the hell... what harm could it cause? Kiss
him... kiss him!
Billy was astonished by Ian's kiss. Remember Dom...
You want *him*... He tastes so good... *Sooo* good... Ian... Ian... Billy
wrapped his arms around Ian.
"So you want to do the things we did in the bar
last night *again*?" Ian broke the kiss not to actually ask such a thing
but just to tease Billy.
Billy rolled them over, biting Ian's lovely ear.
"What ever suits you...I'm fine with it..."
"Mmmmh...ok then." Ian grabbed Billy's shirt
and ripped it open. They rolled over together again.
"You wanna be on top this time too?" Billy
asked, hoping Ian would say yes. Last time had been so...unbelievable.
Ian was now straddling Billy and was trying to take
off his trousers, still dominating Billy's movements.
"What do *you* think?" Ian smiled
tease-fully bending down to taste the younger man's nipple.
"Ian..."
"...what?"
Billy pushed Ian away. "Someone's coming..."
They rushed behind a couch near the opposite wall and
were there just in time to see how the door opened and Peter's head appeared.
"Billy?"
Shit... The beer...
"Obviously he didn't want it after all,"
Peter sounded disappointed still looking around to make sure his eyes and ears
weren't lying.
"Billy..." Ian whispered.
"What?"
"Your skirt..."
"Shit!"
"..."
Peter raised his head believing he heard a sound of
some sort. Oh what the hell. It was probably nothing. Just a mouse or
something. He looked down. A skirt? A *skirt*... Hmmm... yeah... //I am so not
here...!// He slammed the door close behind him...and after a second of
thinking he locked it.
"Hey! He locked us in here," Billy was
acting quite claustrophobic.
"Don't worry. He probably figured out what was
happening in here," Ian calmed Billy down. "So let's not let him and
his beer interrupt us..."
Billy looked eyes wide as Ian finally took off his
trousers. Damn, that bar had *really* been dark.
"Gawd, you're huge..." Billy said
unbelievingly. He moved his hand to touch it.
"Don't," Ian pushed Billy gently so that he
lied on the floor. Then he bent down hoping not to be disturbed again and
tasted the tip of Billy's cock.
Billy closed his eyes and growled as Ian licked him.
Ian had to have practised to be able to give so amazing
blow job and to masturbate at the same time was the only thing Billy thought of
before they both came.
-loppu-
