I Only Want You for One Night

As I got up from another fun time with Bill, I felt an enormous throbbing from my ass.

“Holy shit!” I moaned, falling back on the bed. That feeling was so not there before.

Bill looked at me with wide eyes. “What’s wrong?”

I bit my lip. “My ass… it feels like something’s probing my ass with sandpaper and acid! I won’t be able to walk for days!”

Bill stroked my cheek lovingly and smiled in sympathy. “I’m sorry, it’s my fault. I didn’t prep you enough and I didn’t use enough lube. It’ll pass, though. I’ll carry you if I have to.”

I smiled and sat up, moving gingerly to the edge of the bed. My feet hit the floor when Bill pulled me back so my head was in his lap.

“No,” he said playfully, bending over so his hair tickled my chin.

I gave him a blank look. “Why not?”

“Because, silly!” he said, moving so he was now lying next to me, his head resting gently on my shoulder. “We’re supposed to spend the day in bed.”

“And I intend to, Bill, but if I can’t get to that bathroom in the next ten seconds, I will explode.”

He nodded and helped me up. My asshole throbbed and stung like there was no tomorrow but I pushed onward, fighting the pain. I started to walk towards the bathroom when I heard Bill giggle loudly.

“What?”

“You look like a penguin!” Bill chortled, his breath coming in gasps. My cheeks burned from embarrassment and anger.

“Shut up.” I tried to walk faster and only ended up grimacing in pain. I bit my lip and made my way to the bathroom, Bill’s giggles in my ears.

I relieved myself and started to walk back to the room gingerly as a funny little ditty came into my mind. I smiled and walked back into the room gently, singing the song.

“Tra-la-la boom-dee-yay, did you get yours today? I got mine yesterday, that’s why I walk this way.”

Bill snickered, continuing to run his hand lightly up and down his side, staring at the ceiling. I crawled into bed next to him and leaned on him, my arm draped across his waist. My eyes closed as I listened to Bill’s steady heartbeat. He placed a small kiss on my forehead and sighed contentedly.

“Tomi?” he said, lightly stroking my dreads.

“Hmm?”

“What do you think about me getting a new tattoo?”

I shrugged. “It’s your body.”

“No, it’s not.”

I gave him a confused look. “Huh?”

“It’s my body, but it belongs to you as well. You have just as much say in this as I do, so I want to know your opinion. What do you think of me getting a new tattoo?”

“Well, it depends. Where would it be?”

He grabbed my hand and ran it from his hip all the way over his ribs. “Right here.”

My eyes widened. “Whoa. What do you have in mind?”

“Words. I want a phrase.”

I smiled. “Make it say ‘Tom is my sex monster who has the biggest dick ever.’”

He rolled his eyes. “You are so conceited. Besides,” he gave me a haughty face. “Mine’s bigger.”

“You wish.”

“That you had a dick as big as mine!”

The problem with a battle of wits with Bill is, and I’m not ashamed at all to admit this, he’s way smarter than I am. Though I was good with comebacks and retorts, Bill could think on his feet, shooting them back just as well as I could. And he always seemed to have more than I did. “How can we expect to get anywhere in this conversation if you continue to lie like you do?”

Bill rolled his eyes. “Can we get back on subject please?”

“Okay, fine. Tattoo, all up your side, phrase. Anything else?”

“Nah, but I was thinking that it would have two parts. One part will go straight down, the other will kind of swerve and twist around it, so there are two sayings on it.”

The look on his face showed a concern of whether or not I would agree to a tattoo like that. It was obvious that he really wanted this, but also needed my opinion enough to plan it because, as he said, it was partially my body, too.

So, I, being a good lover and brother, smiled at him. “Do whatever you want, Bill, it will be amazing no matter what. I will support whatever pretty design you choose. Besides,” I said, getting close to his ear. “It’ll be something for me to bite and lick and suck on when I’m horny.”

Bill gave a visible shudder. He smiled and let his eyes close, his lips parting gently. He was obviously imagining how my tongue would feel on his ribs.

“So I can get it?” he asked breathlessly.

“Of course, like I would tell you no.”

“I love you so much, Tom.”

~+~

“Stop fidgeting.”

“I can’t help it.”

“Bill.”

“I really can’t help it!”

“Seriously, Bill.”

“It’s cold!”

“Bill. We are cuddled up on the couch, wrapped in two fleece blankets, and the heater is on. I can feel the sweat on your skin. You are not cold.”

“It’s my internal temperature! Like, you know when your outside is warm but your inside is freezing cold?”

I sighed and gripped him tighter to me as we watched Sweeney Todd. He had insisted on renting it on our Pay Per View, though I had warned him that it wouldn’t be his style, but he wouldn’t be swayed. I did feel the layer of sweat on his skin, so there was no way he could pass off a cold internal temperature.

That stopped flying with me when I was eleven.

“I know you, Bill. If you’re freaked out, tell me. I’ll turn it off and we can watch 27 Dresses or something.”

Bill flipped over as best as he could and gave me a stunned look. “You honestly think that I’m such a pansy that I would get freaked out by this? So, Sweeney Todd is bloody. It doesn’t have much else going on with it.”

“Then stop fidgeting!”

He clenched his jaw and flipped back over to watch the screen. His arms were crossed and his legs were shifted forward. He was obviously mad at me as I was the only one engaging physical contact with him, my arms wrapped tightly around his ribs. He was starting to arch his back away from me, and once he started doing that, I rolled my eyes.

“Babe,” I said, a slight scolding in my voice.

Bill shook his head. “No.”

“Come on, baby.”

“No, Tom. You don’t think I can stomach this, and I’m going to prove you wrong.”

“I didn’t say that. I wanted you to be comfortable. If you want me to comfort you just a little, I can…”

“Tom.” His voice was full of irritation.

“Please, Bill. Just let me comfort you a little,” I said, filling my voice with an enticing layer of seduction. My tongue flicked out and trailed the salty skin on his shoulder.

I felt the goosebumps rise on his skin under the touch of my tongue. He curved his body back into mine and let our feet touch, but that was it. He didn’t make a noise, and his arms remained crossed. I smiled and shifted so my left hand spread across his stomach, stroking the skin there gently. My right hand rested on Bill’s ribs. I was waiting patiently for Bill to uncross his arms so I could continue on with my plans.

I had an idea of what I wanted to do, but Bill was blocking what I wanted.

By the time Mrs. Lovett and Sweeney were singing about all the people they could kill and put in pies, Bill had loosened his arms so the fell loosely away from his body. I smiled and put my plan into action.

My left hand, which was merely placed on his stomach now, traveled down to the hemline of his plaid pajama pants, where I proceeded to lightly caress, not showing any indication that I knew what I was doing, even though I knew exactly what I was doing. I heard Bill make a small noise, almost as if he was fighting back more, though he did nothing else. I smiled and bit my tongue as I let my right hand travel up his ribs lightly, giving his nipple some attention.

There was no holding it back now. Bill let out a breath and tensed. I smiled as I draped my leg over his and bit at his neck.

“Tom, stop, I’m – mm – trying to watch the – mm – movie.”

“And I’m trying to watch you get all hot and bothered. I so get top priority here.”

“Just… you can keep – mm – the leg and the mouth. The – mm – hands have to – ah, mm – go.”

I sighed and brought my left hand up so it was tangled in his hair. The other I let fall across his torso lazily. He scooted back to snuggle into me tighter.

“Thank you.”

“No problem.”

I lost all interest in the movie at the moment that Sweeney gave Anthony the idea to save Joanna from the asylum and became preoccupied with Bill again, who found himself amused.

“Awe, it’s a love story as well! It’s bloody and gory, but it’s a love story. I feel you, Joanna!” he sang out mockingly in a horribly over-exaggerated voice. He sighed again, then shifted a little so he could look at me.

“Tell me something no one else knows, not even me.”

I gave him a disbelieving look. “Oh, thanks for the easy question, Bill.”

He laughed and twisted fully so he was facing me. “I’m serious, there has to be something about you that I don’t know.”

I looked down in thought, playing with my lip ring. I smiled and spoke haughtily. “My Flying V has seen more action with me than you have.”

His jaw dropped but he smiled nonetheless. “Ugh! Cheating on me with that slutty guitar. I thought you loved me!”

“A rolling stone gathers no moss.”

He smiled and pecked my lips lightly. “Come on, Tomi, something real now.”

I rested my hand on the small of his back. “It pisses me off when we have a photo shoot and they PhotoShop your beauty mark out.”

The look on his face was priceless. “Really? It’s never bothered me before.”

“Mm-hmm. Even when we weren’t like this,” I gestured between us, indicating our love. “It used to always make me see red. It’s a part of who you are, why would they get rid of it?”

“Well, then, from now on, I’ll make sure they leave it.”

I smiled, then rubbed my thumb lightly over his cheek. “Your turn.”

He rubbed his foot against mine as he thought. “You know everything about me, though.”

“Hey, that’s what I thought, too. Just say something.”

He smiled playfully. “I’d suffer through broccoli and mosquitoes for you.”

I looked at him. “I’m not that stupid, Bill. Besides, I would never ask you to do things like that, especially when one makes you sick and the other is insanely bad for you.”

He smiled widely. “I know!”

“Now, seriously, tell me something.”

He smiled and played with one of my dreads. “I would rather watch your face when you play guitar than your face when we have sex.”

My jaw dropped. I laughed. “What?”

“Not like when you’re just randomly strumming away at that new acoustic, that’s boring. But when we’re practicing or performing and you’re really, really into it, and you throw your head back and let your jaw fall open and you scrunch your eyes closed…” he closed his eyes and sighed. “Mm, it’s absolutely better than any orgasm face I’ve ever seen you have while actually having orgasm.”

I suddenly got a brilliant idea. “Really now? Well, why don’t I show you that my face can be just as hot when I’m sexing you up?”

Bill gave me a sly look and ran his tongue over his teeth, his eyes filmed over with lust.

I pushed him over and knelt between his legs, bending low over his mouth and kissing him. He bent his leg up and threw it around my waist, pressing his hips into mine. I cradled his head with one hand, and with the other, I smoothed his hair back so it was all out of his face. I had been in the habit of smoothing his hair back lately and I really had no idea why.

Bill craned his neck up and latched onto my lips, kissing me feverishly. He bit down gently on my bottom lip and pulled me closer to him, wrapping his arms around me and clinging onto me tightly.

“How badly do you want this?” I whispered gently, nipping carefully at his jaw. I made my way down to his throat.

“Badly. I can never get enough of you. Ever. You’re amazing,” he said back huskily, his Adam’s apple moving beneath my mouth. I moved back up to look into his eyes. I kissed his swollen lips and coaxed them open so I could suck on his tongue. He giggled a little bit, then groaned as I bit down lightly on it.

My hips ground down to his and he let out a very girly moan/giggle hybrid. I smiled and bit down on his shoulder, lapping away at his soft, sweet skin. Bill grabbed at my hips and rubbed them, barely touching my ass with his fingertips. I moved down lower on his skin with each stroke of my tongue. I was about to run my tongue over his nipple when the phone rang.

Bill groaned angrily. “Oh, fuck me sideways,” he complained, arm shooting out to grab our phone. He straightened up and sat on the edge of the couch. I followed him eagerly, not giving a fuck if he was talking on the phone while I sucked away at his skin. He pressed the answer button as I moved his hair away from his neck.

“Hello? Oh, hey Giselle! How are – Giselle, what’s wrong?”

I kissed down his spinal chord, trailing back up it with my tongue. I raised goosebumps on his skin but he didn’t make a noise.

“Hun, I’m sure it’s fine. Giselle, sweetheart, breathe! Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale.”

I grabbed his left arm by the wrist and began kissing it, gently biting and sucking on his tattoo, kissing each letter individually. I tasted the inked skin, felt the very slight rise of it, the difference from his tattooed skin to his regular skin. I gently bit down on his pulse then kissed his palm, touching his fingertips individually with my lips.

“I would not hate you. Giselle, you’re scaring me, now stop crying and just tell me what’s up.”

I let his arm fall and put my attention to different things. Palming him through his thin pants and sucking on his earlobe, for example.

Bill made no notice to the pressure I was applying to his crotch. Instead, he stared intently at the TV screen, the movie completely forgotten and now playing the credits. His stare was harsh but deciphering, as if he were trying to figure something out.

“Well, I’m glad you know that there isn’t really, well, an us. I do feel bad a little for using you like that – no, I really do feel guilty over it! I should have known better. But if there’s something about that night that is important, something I need to know, then please tell me, Giselle.”

I pulled at Bill’s earlobe with my teeth then started sucking on the sensitive skin behind his ear. I felt his pulse hammering, though he didn’t show a single sign of being turned on. My baby was amazing. Bill tilted his head to the right to give me more skin to taste. I bit down hard, sending Bill’s pulse from hammering to skyrocketing, pulsing heavily and quickly under the thin, delicate skin that I had at my mercy. I was going to leave a mark if it killed me.

“Of course, Giselle, how could I forget? It was rushed and – yeah, I remember. As I said, it was rushed, and there wasn’t really time to remember – wait, wait, wait, back up a second. Say that one more time.”

I’m assuming Giselle repeated whatever she needed to have said. I felt and heard Bill’s heavy breathing. His left hand, which had kept itself busy by running lightly and lazily on the outside of my thigh, suddenly stopped moving and became rigid. His intense, deciphering gaze became one of terror, shock, and fear.

“I… oh god. Yeah, yeah, I will. No, don’t even – yes, I’ll come over tomorrow, and we’ll figure – no, I wouldn’t.” His voice was strained, scared, shaky. I stopped what I was doing and lovingly stroked his hair, trying to get him to look at me.

“Okay. Yeah, bye.”

He pressed End Call on the phone and started breathing even heavier. I could almost hear his throat get thick as the tears welled up in his eyes and he dropped the phone on the floor where it clattered noisily on the hardwood.

“Bill?” I asked tentatively, putting his hair behind his ear.

“I didn’t know… just a silly mistake…” his breath came in a short gasp as a tear fell from the outer corner of his eye. He still stared straight ahead. “So stupid, I’m so stupid.”

“Bill, please, tell me. Please, baby, just… I can handle it! Just tell me!”

I leaned back against the couch and pulled Bill into my lap. I wiped away his tears, smoothing his bangs back. He leaned against my shoulder, crying freely into it, making no noise, other than the occasionally sniffs and sharp breaths. He simply let his tears fall, making my shoulder wet. I didn’t say one word of protest. I simply held him, stroking his hair and rocking him gently.

He finally let up, wiping his eyes with the heel of his palm. He took in one deep, shuddering breath and spoke to me, staring at his hands, which held my right hand gently. He was gently tracing patterns on my palm. My left hand held him tightly, protectively, around the waist.

“Tomi, I love you. And I want you to know that. I want you to know that I love you more than anything on this green earth. If I had to choose between all the money and power and people in the world or your love, I’d choose your love every time.”

“I know, Bill, I know. I love you just as much.”

“So you would never leave me? No matter what, I would be your Bill, your twin, your lover, your everything?”

“Of course you would be. I’ll never leave you again. I’ll stay with you until the end of time and then some.”

“Even if…” He took another deep breath. “Even if there were something… something I had to give part of my time too? That would never be as important as you but would still need me as well?”

“Of course. Bill, please.” I took my hand from the capture of his and made him look at me. “You’re scaring me. Tell me what’s going on.”

He bit his lip. I saw more tears form. “You know how Giselle and I had sex…”

“Yes.” How could I not?

“And… and that it was rushed and totally unplanned…”

“Yes, I do.”

“And, in our rush, we – well, I forgot a condom.”

Oh shit. “Bill, if something was given to you and you’re afraid I have it now…”

“No, no, no, Giselle is clean and so are we. Tomi.” He looked at me with his most pitiful eyes, full of pleading and remorse. Bill was begging for forgiveness, my forgiveness. “She missed her period by a week.”

I swore there was an audible click as everything fell to place in my head. Bill’s fear, his need to know that I would be willing to share him if absolutely necessary, not using a condom, late periods…

“Bill…” I stared at him, unsure of what emotion showed on my face.

“Tomi, I’m so sorry.”

“Bill, she’s not…”

The look in his eyes as he met my gaze was almost unbearable. “Giselle is pregnant.”