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A muffled knock woke you up. You opened your eyes and listened carefully, trying to decide whether it was real or simply a part of your dreams when another sound reached your ears.
Sleepily, you shoved the blankets aside and swung your legs out of the bed. You came up to the window and quietly opened it to let the guest in. Billy swiftly climbed inside, used to getting into your room this way. You lost count of all the times he’d visited you in the middle of the night, seemingly for no other reason than to see you. And possibly make out on your bed while staying.
That time felt different. He didn’t welcome you with his cocky smile, instead, he turned his back to you as you were fiddling with the door lock to make sure no one will discover your visitor. You blinked a few times, trying to regain a full control over your sleep deprived mind and headed to the bedside table to turn the lights on but just as your hand was about to reach the switch, you felt Billy’s tight grip on your arm. You let out a quiet gasp as he pulled you into his arms. Before you could protest, his lips were crushed against yours, hungry and eager to devour your soul as ever. But he pulled away too soon, as if afraid of something and forced to restrain. Instead, he was placing brief kisses on the column of your throat as he picked you up from the floor and made his way to your bed.
Billy laid your head on the pillows and lowered himself over your stomach. When he gripped the hem of your shirt to lift it, you could feel how rough his knuckles were, just as if he recently cut them open. Despite his lips on the lower part of your stomach, you furrowed your brows, irritated by his behaviour. You were sure that he’d gotten into another fight, totally ignoring the conversation you had about it. He promised to not pick up any more fights.
Once again, you reached out to the light switch, hesitantly forcing yourself to quit the pleasure of his touch and question him but he stopped you.
“Please, don’t,” he whispered into your ear.
You didn’t want him to go back to his usual asshole ways but it was hard to make your brain work properly when the only thing you seemed to notice was his heavy breathing and lust filled voice. You gave up and brushed his hair with your fingers instead, letting him know that he won.
You couldn’t see anything except for his silhouette but you could swear that a smirk appeared on his lips. To your amusement, he stopped kissing the delicate part of your skin, lifting you from the mattress and pulling onto his knees. You wrapped your arms around his neck and tried to kiss him but he wouldn’t allow you to deepen it.
You found yourself torn apart. You didn’t want to go on, not knowing what was wrong but at the same time, something in your head was telling you that he desperately needed you right then. You pushed the uncertainties aside and your hand slowly trailed down his stomach, finding its way to unzip his pants. On most occasions, he was the one to initiate the fun, you weren’t bold enough to do so but you gave him the benefit of the doubt and discovered a new supply of courage within you. You slipped your hand inside his boxers and felt his hard member pressing against your skin. You pulled it out, locking your fingers around its shaft and moved your hand up and down, gently at first, only to increase the pace after the first muffled exhale that had escaped his mouth. You could tell when he was on edge, throwing his head back in pleasure and involuntarily thrusting himself into your hand. Then he stopped abruptly, moving the fabric of your shorts to the side and entering one finger inside of you. You cover your mouth with your free hand, trying to mute any sound that could possibly slip out.
Billy Hargrove might not have been the most gentle lover you knew, but he would always take his time with you, teasing and making it almost impossible for you not to scream his name in utter pleasure. It was yet another thing differing from your usual nights with him. He seemed to rush anything, not giving the both of you the proper time to think and linger in the moment for one second more than necessary.
He replaced his fingers with his cock. You whimpered, finally feeling him inside. Your arms were wrapped around him and his head was resting on your chest, listening to the sound of your pounding heart. His hot breath was caressing the skin on your arms. One thing didn’t change though; Billy would always make sure that you finish first and this time was no exception. It wasn’t until you silently cried out his name that he allowed himself to reach his own release. His moans were muffled by your hair. And you gave each other a brief moment to catch your breath. Then you pulled away. Sitting on your bed and adjusting your clothing. Billy, on the other hand, zipped his pants and got up without a single word. He pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and took one out with his teeth. You watched him carefully, waiting for him to say anything but he wasn’t ready yet. You were worried about him. He wasn’t his usual self and you were desperately trying to come up with an explanation.
Knowing that you didn’t like him smoking in the house, he came up to the window and opened it with an intention of going back on the roof. You followed his movement, trying to read his expression but his face was barely visible at all in the darkness of your bedroom.
You were just about to ask him to talk with you when a car drove past your home, illuminating his features and giving you a glimpse at the reason behind his behaviour. You gasped slightly, seeing that his eyebrow and lower lip were split and a huge bruise was forming on his eye socket making the left side of his face swollen and undoubtedly sore. He sighed with a mixture of defeat and relief and looked at you. Never before had you seen him this tired. Without a second thought and the possibility of your kind neighbours telling on you, you went out of the window and joined him on the roof. The battle to keep his composure was lost the moment you whispered his name. He put out his cigarette and hid his face in hands.
You couldn’t find the right words to use, knowing that it was his father who caused all of his pain. Billy mentioned him a few times, saying that his relationship with him wasn’t the greatest but you’d never imagined it to be so bad.
Billy was in no state to be sharing his feelings, so you simply offered him a reassuring touch and company.
“Do you want to stay here tonight?” you said quietly.
“If you don’t mind.”
You shook your head with a slight smile. You spent another ten minutes on the roof in a complete silence before going back to bed. You fell asleep with your head on his chest creating a plan in your mind. You wouldn’t leave him alone in all this.