FIC: Caution, BB/EW, PG-13
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billijahTitle: Caution
Author Name: Aralinde
Email: here
Site: Tooken
Pairing: BB/EW
Rating: PG-13
Date: March 21st.
Summary: This way madness lies.
Disclaimer: I do not own these people (they own themselves). This is 100% fiction.
Notes: Exactly 400 words.
Note the second: x-posted to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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aralinde and billijah
Note the third: This is a present forusuicons from this post.
Notes the fourth: each section is a drabble (100 words).
Billy’s hands were enough to make him forget his own name. Watching him turn the pages of a book made his knees weak. Made him dizzy. Wanted to take those hands in his. Entwine their fingers.
He could see himself taking one of Billy’s fingers and pressing it to his lips. Elijah sighed.
“What the hell are you doing?”
Elijah looked up warily. “What?”
“You zoned out for a minute there.”
“Ah. Nothing. Just thinking.”
Billy laughed. “Keep it up, then.” He grabbed Elijah’s shoulder affectionately and left the room.
Elijah stayed behind until his breathing was back to normal.
**
Sometimes he woke, sweaty and unsatisfied. The faces were blurred and vague, but he knew who it was. Knew the body that was pressed against his; remembered the touch and feel and ache of wanting it. Wanting him. Wanting him so bad that he had to bite his fucking fist to keep from screaming. Needing him so much that he felt like it was twisting him from the inside out.
Elijah pounded his fist against the pillows until he felt like a normal person again. No one should ever have to want someone this much. Ever. This way madness lies.
**
“You know, I saw you.”
“Saw me what?”
A pause. “Watching me.”
Elijah hesitated. “I wasn’t watching you.”
“Liar.” He whispered the word against Elijah’s ear. Elijah shook his head furiously.
“I don’t know what you think—“
“Don’t worry, ‘Lij. That’s your problem.” Billy smiled lazily. “You think too much.”
“I—do?”
“Mm-hmm.” Billy pushed back his chair. “Sometimes, you just need to act. Instead of analyzing the situation.”
Elijah laughed weakly. “Look before you leap?”
“Something like that.” He leaned over Elijah. “You think about that.”
And he was gone. Leaving Elijah with his thoughts.
**
When Elijah decides to leap, he wonders if making the conscious decision to leap negates the entire process. When he knocks on the door, he hopes that he didn’t misunderstand their conversation, and is on the verge of making a fool of himself. He tells himself that he’ll remain calm. Make jokes and hang out. Like any other night.
When Billy opens the door, and those hands pulls him in by the front of his shirt, he knows that it will not be like any other night. That it doesn’t matter how you leap, as long as you leap eventually.
**
His first coherent thought is, “Mouth. Billy’s mouth.” Because Billy is kissing him as if the only air to breathe can be siphoned from Elijah’s lips.
The door slams shut, and Elijah’s thrown against it—Billy’s definitely stronger than he looks—and Billy’s fingers are cupping the back of his head, and Billy’s other hand is—ooh, what’s he doing?—and this is so damn good that Elijah can’t believe, cannot believe, that this is even happening.
If Elijah had know that these were the consequences of leaping, he would have leapt at Billy the moment they met. Or sooner.
**
Somehow they make it from the door to the floor, to the hallway to the bedroom. They are a tangle of lips and limbs and motion, everything happening at once. And then they’re on the bed, and where did his shirt go? There’s only Billy, leaning over him with that wicked, wicked grin, before coming in for another kiss that wipes away everything but right now, this second. And Elijah knew what he wanted, but never knew that this is what comes with the wanting. It’s better, faster, more than he ever imagined, even in the middle of the night.
**
Billy snores in his sleep.
Elijah laughs softly. It’s such a Billy-like trait. He’s sleeping on his stomach, face mashed into the pillow, emitting soft snores. Very cute.
Elijah can’t help but reach out tousle Billy’s hair slightly. He pulls his hand back, but Billy reaches out to grab his wrist.
“And what do you think you’re doing?”
“Messing with your hair.”
Billy groans. “Ah, what d’you want to do that for?”
“’Cause it’s cute.”
“I’m not cute, you eejit.”
“You are too.”
Billy sighs and closes his eyes. “Go back to sleep, ‘Lijah.”
Elijah’s too—something—to sleep tonight.
**
Morning brings daylight—harsh, unforgiving. Elijah screws his eyes shut against its onslaught, but sighs and gets out of the bed. Billy is still sleeping, face still buried in his pillow.
Billy surprises him in the kitchen, kissing him on his neck as Elijah pours a cup of coffee. There are no words—Elijah drinks his coffee with eyes closed; Billy reads the paper. Occasionally their hands brush against each other as one reaches for a napkin or the sports section. They look at each other and grin foolishly. Who would have thought that yesterday would be followed with today?
**
“You know, we haven’t talked about this.”
Billy presses a kiss against Elijah’s hair. “Mm-hmm.”
Elijah turns to look at him. “Don’t you think we should?”
“Nope.”
“Why not?”
“Sometimes, you just need to act. Instead of analyzing the situation. Remember that?”
“Well, I did. Act, I mean. And now—“
“And now we’re here. Lovely, isn’t it?”
Elijah frowns. “But where is here?”
“If you’re asking me to define things, Lijah, I’m not going to. I’m just going to tell you that we’re right here—“ he touches Elijah’s nose gently—“and that’s a good thing. Right?”
Elijah nods.
**
Hours turn into days. Days turn into weeks. Time has a way of doing that.
Elijah can feel himself become looser, more flexible. It’s no surprise to see Billy on the other side of his breakfast table, or to wake up in Billy’s bed, curled under Billy’s sheets.
He doesn’t agonize over the right moment to kiss him, or when to take Billy’s hand and cover it with his own.
And when Billy whispers, “I love you,” against his lips, it’s a welcome moment—but not frightening.
Throwing caution to the wind, Elijah whispers a few words of his own.
Author Name: Aralinde
Email: here
Site: Tooken
Pairing: BB/EW
Rating: PG-13
Date: March 21st.
Summary: This way madness lies.
Disclaimer: I do not own these people (they own themselves). This is 100% fiction.
Notes: Exactly 400 words.
Note the second: x-posted to
fellow_shippers , aralinde and billijahNote the third: This is a present for
usuicons from this post.Notes the fourth: each section is a drabble (100 words).
Billy’s hands were enough to make him forget his own name. Watching him turn the pages of a book made his knees weak. Made him dizzy. Wanted to take those hands in his. Entwine their fingers.
He could see himself taking one of Billy’s fingers and pressing it to his lips. Elijah sighed.
“What the hell are you doing?”
Elijah looked up warily. “What?”
“You zoned out for a minute there.”
“Ah. Nothing. Just thinking.”
Billy laughed. “Keep it up, then.” He grabbed Elijah’s shoulder affectionately and left the room.
Elijah stayed behind until his breathing was back to normal.
**
Sometimes he woke, sweaty and unsatisfied. The faces were blurred and vague, but he knew who it was. Knew the body that was pressed against his; remembered the touch and feel and ache of wanting it. Wanting him. Wanting him so bad that he had to bite his fucking fist to keep from screaming. Needing him so much that he felt like it was twisting him from the inside out.
Elijah pounded his fist against the pillows until he felt like a normal person again. No one should ever have to want someone this much. Ever. This way madness lies.
**
“You know, I saw you.”
“Saw me what?”
A pause. “Watching me.”
Elijah hesitated. “I wasn’t watching you.”
“Liar.” He whispered the word against Elijah’s ear. Elijah shook his head furiously.
“I don’t know what you think—“
“Don’t worry, ‘Lij. That’s your problem.” Billy smiled lazily. “You think too much.”
“I—do?”
“Mm-hmm.” Billy pushed back his chair. “Sometimes, you just need to act. Instead of analyzing the situation.”
Elijah laughed weakly. “Look before you leap?”
“Something like that.” He leaned over Elijah. “You think about that.”
And he was gone. Leaving Elijah with his thoughts.
**
When Elijah decides to leap, he wonders if making the conscious decision to leap negates the entire process. When he knocks on the door, he hopes that he didn’t misunderstand their conversation, and is on the verge of making a fool of himself. He tells himself that he’ll remain calm. Make jokes and hang out. Like any other night.
When Billy opens the door, and those hands pulls him in by the front of his shirt, he knows that it will not be like any other night. That it doesn’t matter how you leap, as long as you leap eventually.
**
His first coherent thought is, “Mouth. Billy’s mouth.” Because Billy is kissing him as if the only air to breathe can be siphoned from Elijah’s lips.
The door slams shut, and Elijah’s thrown against it—Billy’s definitely stronger than he looks—and Billy’s fingers are cupping the back of his head, and Billy’s other hand is—ooh, what’s he doing?—and this is so damn good that Elijah can’t believe, cannot believe, that this is even happening.
If Elijah had know that these were the consequences of leaping, he would have leapt at Billy the moment they met. Or sooner.
**
Somehow they make it from the door to the floor, to the hallway to the bedroom. They are a tangle of lips and limbs and motion, everything happening at once. And then they’re on the bed, and where did his shirt go? There’s only Billy, leaning over him with that wicked, wicked grin, before coming in for another kiss that wipes away everything but right now, this second. And Elijah knew what he wanted, but never knew that this is what comes with the wanting. It’s better, faster, more than he ever imagined, even in the middle of the night.
**
Billy snores in his sleep.
Elijah laughs softly. It’s such a Billy-like trait. He’s sleeping on his stomach, face mashed into the pillow, emitting soft snores. Very cute.
Elijah can’t help but reach out tousle Billy’s hair slightly. He pulls his hand back, but Billy reaches out to grab his wrist.
“And what do you think you’re doing?”
“Messing with your hair.”
Billy groans. “Ah, what d’you want to do that for?”
“’Cause it’s cute.”
“I’m not cute, you eejit.”
“You are too.”
Billy sighs and closes his eyes. “Go back to sleep, ‘Lijah.”
Elijah’s too—something—to sleep tonight.
**
Morning brings daylight—harsh, unforgiving. Elijah screws his eyes shut against its onslaught, but sighs and gets out of the bed. Billy is still sleeping, face still buried in his pillow.
Billy surprises him in the kitchen, kissing him on his neck as Elijah pours a cup of coffee. There are no words—Elijah drinks his coffee with eyes closed; Billy reads the paper. Occasionally their hands brush against each other as one reaches for a napkin or the sports section. They look at each other and grin foolishly. Who would have thought that yesterday would be followed with today?
**
“You know, we haven’t talked about this.”
Billy presses a kiss against Elijah’s hair. “Mm-hmm.”
Elijah turns to look at him. “Don’t you think we should?”
“Nope.”
“Why not?”
“Sometimes, you just need to act. Instead of analyzing the situation. Remember that?”
“Well, I did. Act, I mean. And now—“
“And now we’re here. Lovely, isn’t it?”
Elijah frowns. “But where is here?”
“If you’re asking me to define things, Lijah, I’m not going to. I’m just going to tell you that we’re right here—“ he touches Elijah’s nose gently—“and that’s a good thing. Right?”
Elijah nods.
**
Hours turn into days. Days turn into weeks. Time has a way of doing that.
Elijah can feel himself become looser, more flexible. It’s no surprise to see Billy on the other side of his breakfast table, or to wake up in Billy’s bed, curled under Billy’s sheets.
He doesn’t agonize over the right moment to kiss him, or when to take Billy’s hand and cover it with his own.
And when Billy whispers, “I love you,” against his lips, it’s a welcome moment—but not frightening.
Throwing caution to the wind, Elijah whispers a few words of his own.
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